Out by my corner winter has fallen
Under the gin you'll find me forever faking
All types of clashes mixed up romances
Spacing around the guilt
Of whatever happened
I don't see anyone at all
The rest is feeling fine
It means so much to feel this small
Except for the most time
I sway where I want to fall when I got to
I pick myself up to let you know that I
Need none of your loving, giving or caring
Perhaps I believe they're nothing to do with me
I don't see anyone
I fall down drunk each time I try at all
Back at the corner the rain is falling again
Somedays seem to last as long as ten
Take me, to the station, and put me in
I don;t want to pass through here again
Maybe a gutter maybe a lover
Maybe a life of cheap wine and Bukowski
Bars and blisters, cocky sisters
I don't even know what they mean to me