Parade

Funny how your pictures used to be on my walls
Funny how that gesture means nothing at all
Nothing left for you to say that I would want to hear
Nothing left but empty bottles

So drink all night, sleep through the day
Walk through this life like it was a parade
And when you see me, grin and wave
Nothing matters at all, with a foot in the grave

Nothing left but remnants of what I thought you’d be
Nothing but the absence of everything I need
Nothing left for me to do, but act like you’re not here
Nothing left but empty bottles

Everyone’s thinking, but now they know
That lately your sanity’s been touch and go
But I think you knеw that long ago

Funny how it’s worked out, if you could only see
Can’t reconcile thе distance that’s between you and me
Nothing left for us to do but turn and walk away
Nothing left but empty bottles

And I see you with one foot in the grave