Back of the bar, out of the light
Lose track of time, thats alright
You say Im so special, too good for day to day
Say Im your heart , love without a name
Another funhouse mirror
Not quite what it seems
Talk is ringing hollow
Silence sometimes screams
Coming up, coming up empty
Fishing for an inside straight
Coming up, coming up empty
Too little and too late
Youre going home to her
Tell sweet lies to her
Im glad Im not her
But Im still coming up empty
You say that its best in a little bitty dose
Any more than that is too damn close
Believe what you say, must be confused
At the end of the day I aint nothing but used
Let go of my hand, look into my eyes
Im a little girl who just got wise
Cant get it up for one last fight
Wont be that girl one more night