Everybody's high on consolation
Everybody's trying to tell me what is right for me
My daddy tried to bore me with a sermon
But it's plain to see that they can't comfort me
Sorry, Charlie, for the imposition
I think I've got it, got it
I've got the strength to carry on, ohh yeah
I need a drink and a quick decision
Now it's up to me, ooh what will be

Up in the morning, look in the mirror
I'm worn as her toothbrush hanging in the stand
My face ain't looking any younger
Now I can see love's taken her toll on me

Think I'll spend eternity in the city
Let the carbon and monoxide choke my thoughts away
The pretty bodies help dissolve the memories
But they could never be what she was to me