You, Me, And Everyone We Know - Sad Bastard Music lyrics

This sweater doesn't quite smell* Nice the way it used to My teeth aren't nearly as white My blue eyes half as bright My taste for liquor ain't the same I say that's a good thing Beneath this crooked little grin The ice is getting thin But our times are never really thick Simple arithmetic It's not a mental trick I plan to learn Too good at giving up Why bother covering a candle due to snuff? Simple arithmetic It's not a mental trick I plan to learn I've learned to live without I'm barely flickering, just put me out