You took me away
And I found out
I had nothing to say
A silent hour
On some living room floor
In an old apartment
We'd never been before
But neither had we met before
So it wasn't the most unusual thing
You can help me tear my life apart
Disintegration is my art
Whiskey don't help my looks
But it helps me to keep my books
'Cause I know where my money goes
Alcohol, hair gel, and Macy's clothes
I'd do it all again
'Cause I met you last Saturday
And I really need a friend
So I buckle my boots
And take the stairs down
To the Root Cellar
Where the whiskey flows
And the DJ resides
Playing old Smiths 45s
And I know that it's over now
'Cause I still sleep alone at night
I'd do it all again
'Cause I met you in spite of me
And I really need a friend