If You Could

Cory likes red wine likes to sing until dawn Jen sits in her chair with her geetar her long legs and drunk face on Oh, how they laugh as they tell me their lies but I've watched these girls go through pain that would make you cry All this time that I waste and I don't know why and that waste turns to days and those days drift by All that I am is somewhere inside If there's one thing I've learned No one gets out alive