Paroles: Luke Doucet. One Too Many.

It takes a uniquely fucked up man to break his own heart and the right girl at the wrong time to make him do it.
So if I am that guy and you're the girl and the time is now, then I'm as broke as any man could be.
So take my cigarettes, take my alcohol, take my heroin, let me feel again.
You were never my whole world, just one of many girls.
Maybe I've had too many lately.
I've been drinking at the Wrecking Yard, fallind down drunk with better men.
While my conscience deals your sorry guilty head another blow.
A drunkard takes it all in like a friend.
Oh darlin', it's no secret in this small town the company you keep.
When the sandman calls and while your new guy's reading cue cards to fill my old part, you're gonna kill him off when the ratings start to fall.
So bring me cigarettes, bring me alcohol, bring me heroin, makes me feel again.
You were never my whole world, you're just one of many girls, maybe I've had too many

(Thanks to Claire for these lyrics)