Pawn

Washing down the pipe with a shot of beam Not knowing where she'll be Once the numbing wears away Another bout of fear and doubt Of trying to work it out And to see another day Suitcase of pills provides a guise Of bravado, strength, and pride To get you through the set and to mask your fears Of letting her leave the stage again, staying straight Or taking the trek to the pawn again And there she goes, carried out the door again And on whose shelf will she sleep tonight, my friend And do you know who'll pay this time As you're picking it up and you're lighting it up And you're throwing her out again And you're setting it down and you're putting it out And you're bringing her home again Last call has come and gone As you resolve to make the dawn Come before the end of the night As she's walking out again You reach out to the semblance of a friend To carry her home tonight And there she goes, carried out the door again And on whose shelf will she sleep tonight, my friend And do you know who'll pay this time As you're picking it up and you're lighting it up And you're throwing her out again And you're setting it down and you're putting it out And you're bringing her home again And you're picking it up and you're lighting it up And you're throwing her out again