I try not to drink,
`cause if I sit and think I`ll go crazy
Desperate ain`t lonely
Though I`ve been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I`m lonesome in the nightime I`m sad
The letter I wrote,
took words from my throat I was saying
Lay on the roadside
I guess the mailman was drunk
The message was urgent
How lazy a state where you don`t live no-one
So I try not to drink,
`cause if I sit and think I`ll go crazy
Desperate ain`t lonely
Though I`ve been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I`m lonesome in the nightime I`m sad