It's a good thing you've got that artificial heart. Turn it on (or turn it off) and expect your friends to repeat the same alcoholic lines. You're running on alkaline; A hollow chest no better than mine. I've finally found the time to put two-and-two and you together writing one more song that's bitter. You're a quitter, so don't even bother.
HER: "How do you sleep at night?"
ME: How do you look yourself in the eyes?
HER: "How do you sleep at night?"
ME: I wake up(tight). I wait for the batteries to die.