Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while   And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile   Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me   Boy those wings are made of wax   While the things I do to kill me   They just tell me to relax   But oh Cinderella   All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms   I'm not the fellow   To protect you or to keep you from all your harm   And I don't know which is worse   To wake up and see the sun   Or to be the one be the one     Be the one that's gone   And the empty bottle it misses you   Yeah and I'm the one that its talking to   And with you and I just barely strangers   I'm pretty much just left the fool   Damn don't the streets look empty though   Just wandering round here without you     Oh the empty bottle it misses you and I'm the one its talking to   And I don't know which is worse   To wake up and see the sun     Or to be the one be the one that's gone