You played better than me
Sat down, no notes to read
You have to say it's a little funny
I can't even eat
Bus-sick or worse, whiskey's empty
Other things you wouldn't see
You should take it from me
No truth or gain fix the unhappy
The grass grows in already green
Your dog, your tree-lined street
Lights you hang each Halloween
Obfuscated by your envy
Of me
Me
Me
Me
Me