A troubled drunk  Fell in her bed  To get to know the best friend he ever had, truly    And he dreams of her  And he waits for the word  Like a dog for his owner, loyal    (To a) dead-end job in debt to credit cards  If you don't know where to go, it could be a while or never  (To an) empty home haunted by the ghosts  Which once made him whole, miss the company of someone    And he wrote it down in a letter, bye-bye-bye  Then he threw it out in the trash, a day later    A wounded girl, by her choices  Would end up losing the best friend she ever had, truly  And she dreams of him  And she stares in the mirror  There's no inner peace at all