Drinking Every Day

I'm drinking my allotment every day
If there was a ration on, I'd probably go to jail, I'd say
Because they'd tell me I had to stop, and I'd tell them there is no way
No, I get by just by drinking every day

I used up my tomorrows yesterday
Spent them all on you, and then you left, and now I'm not okay
I need to find a reason, I need to find a way
But the time flies when I'm drinking every day

I'm sorry I wasn't a perfect man
I'm sorry things didn't go according to plan
I'm sorry you don't love me now, but the drink, it don't let me down
I'm sorry alcohol's a better companion

I wish I'd found a way to make you stay
Then again, I tried my best, but it turned out I had no say
Because you're a selfish person; you always get your way
But there's just one "I" in drinkng every day

There's something strange about feeling this way
You're the predator, I'm the prey; I get killed, and you get away
It's insult added to injury; it's more than a little depraved
But I don't mind when I'm drinking every day

I'm sorry I wasn't a perfect man
I'm sorry things didn't go according to plan
I'm sorry you don't have a soul, but I'm happy to record it in rock 'n' roll
I'm sorry if my love fell out of fashion

I'm sorry I wasn't a perfect man
I'm sorry things didn't go according to plan
You weren't so hot yourself, you know; you took my whole life, and then you let me go
I'm sorry Chivas has got more compassion

It's regal, you know!


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