Out a little late aren't you?
What's out there I don't give you?
Don't I drink and sleep with you?
What you want you'll never get-
what you want is infinite.
You'll never get your fill of it.
So again you drink
and you grind your teeth.
Gnashing at the bit
of this emptiness
you can't swallow down.
It echoes in your
mouth
the words keep bounding out
Up a little late aren't you?
You let an empty bed scare you.
Still I drink and sleep with you.