Half Empty Lyrics

By the way you're up to forty-sixtoday; facial lines

I see the sag; I see the weight your

shoulders have, it's a tell-tale sign.

'5 good years left,' the stretch marks say.

I've lost the urge and found the loss of sex

and love, and the madness finds,



His makeup runs, the perfect part in the

perfect play, dropped the perfect line.

I'd rest my case and hang my head.

His frame is rigged and rain erodes his

sandstone fram and his duct tape life.

I'd rest my case and hang my head,

but I can't get out of my bed, to save me

By the way, you're up to ninety-six today