The Failure of Love and Everything
Baby, we are every ticket that didn't win.
We are the the defeated armies of the ages,
the view from every window of every shitty hotel
in every shitty town you can imagine.
We are the need for one more drink
after 2 a.m.
as the heartless bartender says
it's too late, too late,
We're the wreck on the freeway
the people drive past
we're the poster children
for the failure of love
Yet even now,
on nights like this,
I can still get drunk enough
to miss you.