I don't come around   Never call or let her know   I got a life of my own   You know I hate to be around her   When she's like that   I wrote a song once about her   Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass"   You know it just won't last   To be on top of your own world   With no guardrails to cling to   You fall so very fast   It's very odd to find her up again   Staking out expansion   Seeking new exposure      And when she holds out an empty glass   And she comes for a handout   I ask for the same thing-it's sad   And I hold on so sure I can take all she can   Just to be around her   Just to feel bad      One day I will know   That's it's a waste of time   And there's a better road ahead of me   I just don't know how to make it there   So I'll just hang around and take my chance   Once again I'll roll the dice   And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise      And I'll hold out an empty glass   And I'll come for a handout   And I'll ask for the same thing-it's sad   And I'll hold on so confident   That's it all I can give   To try to find my way back   Just to hit glass