Half Empty Songtext

By the way you're up to forty-six
today; facial lines
I see the sag; I see the weight your
shoulders have, it's a tell-tale sign.
"5 good years left," the stretch marks say.
I've lost the urge and found the loss of sex
and love, and the madness finds,
His makeup runs, the perfect part in the
perfect play, dropped the perfect line.
I'd rest my case and hang my head.