| Well you told me you would leave me |
| If I couldn’t give up drinking |
| Well baby here’s me showing you I can |
| And it may not be conventional |
| It’s a more or less medicinal |
| Way to say that I’m an honest man |
| You said that I’d never |
| Well look at me right now |
| 'Cause I’m faded off ten milligrams |
| With a freshly rolled one in my hand |
| And I’m sliding off this broken pull-out couch |
| Hey I’m getting stoned |
| In this cold house here all alone |
| Wishing on a half-smoked four-leaf clover |
| I’m in and out of codeine dreams |
| And ain’t drank whiskey in a week |
| But honey I’m anything but sober |
| Well I tried going to some meetings |
| But I only end up meeting folks like me |
| Who have a need for getting high |
| And I swear I’ll never drink again |
| And that bottles just a long-lost friend |
| But that devil likes to keep me by his side |
| Hey I’m getting stoned |
| In this cold house here all alone |
| Wishing on a half-smoked four-leaf clover |
| I’m in and out of codeine dreams |
| And ain’t drank whiskey in a week |
| But honey I’m anything but sober |
| And you said that I’d never |
| Take a look at me right now |
| 'Cause I’m caught between these two white lines |
| But they’ll be gone here in no time |
| I’ve been trying to prove a point since you walked out |
| Hey I’m getting stoned |
| In this cold house here all alone |
| Wishing on a half-smoked four-leaf clover |
| I’m in and out of codeine dreams |
| And ain’t drank whiskey in a week |
| But honey I’m anything but sober |
| Come on |
| Hey I’m getting stoned |
| In this cold house here all alone |
| Wishing on a half-smoked four-leaf clover |
| I’m in and out of codeine dreams |
| And ain’t drank whiskey in a week |
| But honey I’m anything but sober |
| Oh yeah |