you've lost your mind

learn to hold your liquor dearest
I can't spend another night picking up the pieces
telling you that two steps behind is
really two steps in front
so you'll believe in yourself for a minute or two
I can't do it again

and that is all this town holds
you and your misery
banking on my pity
you have no idea what you're getting yourself into
and I can't promise happy endings
because I can't afford to lie
and your fairytale dreams
have the likelihood of being shattered
along with a bottle or two

when compared to the tales I could tell you
your idea of importance hold no weight
when I've hit seven
and you've never come close to one
I'm sorry to scream this
but darling dear, you have no idea