Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar

Chugging from a bottle of Malbec
A fitting end to this fucking day
To the winery known as La Posta:
“I’m going postal my own quiet way!”

Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar

Ending a day I will always remember
Driving ‘round places I cannot forget
Fighting the sleepies and staving off weeping
Trying to sing through the things I regret

Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar

Listening to voice-mails I’d been avoiding
Apologizing, feeling weak
Meekly explaining last evenings failings
Waiting for this time next week

Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar

Thanking my fortune for family here with me
Knowing that they will not always be
Feeling quite lucky for friends and for finally
Realizing that I am lacking for nothing

Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar

Things’ll be fine the way that they are
Though things’ll change, what I’ve seen so far
Says things’ll be fine the way that they are

Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar