my lips are impossibly dry
The cigarette they're surrounding
There's a drink in my left hand
I've got another one clutched in my right
But liquor won't put me to sleep,
I'll be up all through the night
Well, the water might be wet
But it won't quench your thirst
never tastes as good as the first
It's been years since the wedding
There's still some cake in the fridge
The brain still feels the body twitch
Sometimes I can't feel a thing
I'm still green from your cheating,
my fingers still green from the rain
When the preacher man's blessing
sounds a lot like a curse
never tastes as good as the first
never tastes as good as the
I know my bed's been made
Well, I'm still trying to
Though the pillow is dry,
never tastes as good as the first.