If you could see the state I get in
I'm thinking 'bout you again
Every time I see you it always seems to be the wrong place
By the time I get talking to you
There's nothing left for us to do
Except to say a long goodbye

'Cause the state that I'm in
Is wearing rather thin
I'm coming down again
'Cause the state that I'm in
Is wearing rather thin
I'm coming down again

The imminent death of this mixed up boy
I'm a fiend without a friend
I don't have nothing to say
I'm here 'cause the whiskey's free
That don't really bother me
I just don't want to say a long goodbye

'Cause the state that I'm in
Is wearing rather thin
I'm coming down again
'Cause the state that I'm in
Is wearing rather thin
I'm coming down again