Banquets - Teddy, My Pal, And His Panama Canal lyrics

I can lose my voice, like I live on wine The proud would talk it up, the party never died Run away, I run away From a job where I could smile And I'll stay, I hate what I've become Based in gasoline and talking sh** Heart in hand meant foot to lip And I'll say, I hate what I've become I'd rather waste my time being in love 20 years or 20 sips Getting by doesn't make a dent I'm old enough, I want to make my home Get in line, you can load your sh** I didn't come home because of who I missed When you grow up, lets reminisce Say goodnight to the lady Say goodnight in a bed of your own We can pump and push the words The words that were never stone Let it lie in waiting I'd rather stop than hate you slow Though I used to make you burn And burn up out of control I've got two left feet, walk back on me You kept straight with your cut-up lines Let's take this all in stide Let's take this all in stide It drove away I was all ears and all eyes, all ears and all eyes Taking down the frames of former friends Better times with bitter ends I'll find two words to sum it up and then Say goodnight to the lady Say goodnight in a bed of your own We can pump and push the words The words that were never stone Let it lie in waiting I'd rather stop than hate you slow Though I used to make you burn And burn up out of control