Good Times

I'm asleep today
My friends are all gone
They have stepped away
They're trying to find the balance
Between Absolut and Tanqueray

Staring at windows as worlds go by
Search for new meaning in tired old rhymes
And it still sounds the same after all this time
Even the good times are bad
When you're gone

Today I left the bed
Mail's piled up and the plants are dead
Trying to find my balance
With sleepy eyes and an aching head

Lines are fake and fading
Edges starting to fray
And I'm too tired for faking anymore
I guess I'll wait another day