but...i need to get paid.

the drunk kids, the catholics, they’re all about the same: they’re waiting for something, hoping to be saved. well i have been happy the past couple days, just thinking of the women who’ve taken your place, and every night i think i certaintly won't ever sleep sober or alone, and then suddenly it occurs to me i've slept alone before you, and so i pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand and convince myself to lay back down again.