Sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano
Trying hard to capture
the moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a Bottle of Vodka
is still lodged in my head
and some blondes gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead
But You Know that don't mean
I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd die to defend..
