Go ahead and slide your empty glass
Full of melting ice and borrowed class
Across the table to my shaking hand
Be sure to avoid eye contact
I'm merely a man

Curl your fingers around an empty threat
Cling to your drink like your life depends
Cut your ties thin as an old thread
Get out of my head

So I'll sit here with a drink
And I'll sing about my things in repair
So I'll sit here with a drink
And I'll sing about the things I've repaired