A Way

I've got a way with misery She flirts with me, even in my brightest hour And holds me close and whispers in my head The verses that I dread I've got a way with emptiness That old black dog lays panting at my feet And he cries sometimes when the longing's just too much And I wring fear from a handful of dust And I've got a way with loneliness Sometimes he's my only company And he brings me drinks til I can't get off the floor Til it don't matter anymore And I've got a way with messing up I've screwed up everything I've ever touched But I keep taking my chances on today I've got a way I've got a way I've got a way