You couldn't leave the house even if you wanted to They tried to give a damn but you could never get a clue So much baggage but you never let them lend a hand Instead you Drank away and started tripping on your ceiling fan You used to hate "I told you so's" But you seem to take them well now And I can tell It's over You're sober No longer the pictures you took in October Reminders of all nighters And not the kind with used up lighters You're a fighter And you're tired So your skin made the perfect bed For the flower That you planted When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead It's over You're sober No longer the pictures you took in October Reminders of all nighters And not the kind with used up lighters You're a fighter And you're tired So your skin made the perfect bed For the flower That you planted When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead