It gets loneliest at night.nDown at the liquor store.nBeneath the neon sky.nOur moonlight.nSix A.M., the floor comes alive with lice.nThe pan's dried up so tight.nWith hardened beans.nWe're hungry.nSo I lean on you sometimes.nJust to see you're still there.nYour feet can't take the weight of one.nMuch less two.nWe hit concrete.nnHow were we born into this mess?nI know I painted you a prettier picture, baby.nBut we were run out on a rail.nFell from the wagon to the night train.nnI kissed the bottle.nI should've been kissing you.nYou wake up to an empty night.nWith tears for two.nnCigarettes they fill the gaps.nIn our empty days.nIn our broken teeth.nWe're jonesing.nSay mister, can you spare a dime?nSome change could make a change.nCould buy some time.nSome freedom.nOr an ear to hear my story.nIt's all I've got. My fictionnBeats the hell out of my truth.nA palm upturned burnt blue.nDon't call it sunburn.nnYou've been shaking on the job.nJust one drink ahead of your past.nThere's a white light coming up.nYou draw the blinds hoping it'll pass.nnI kissed the bottle.nI should've been kissing you.nYou wake up to an empty night.nWith tears for two.nnI kissed the bottle.nI should've been kissing you.nYou wake up to an empty night.nWith tears for two.nnI kissed the bottle.nI should've been kissing you.nYou wake up to an empty night.nWith tears for two.