You walked into the bathroom, to wash your troubles away
You always seem to go in there about 20 times a day
I dropped you off at your therapist, where you walked across the street
To the neon lights with the purple door, where you passed out on your feet
Don't think I don't see it all, the beautiful high and the sobering fall begin
It's a kick ass day, wish you were here, send a postcard telling me when you're here again
Cuz I can't get through to you

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There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
Makes me throw up to say, that I cared at all
I gave a lot, and now I'm shot
And shit like that's like sour lemonade

I tried to call your favorite bar, but I got a drunk Australian
He talked a million miles an hour, but I can't tell what he's saying
Something about a song by KISS, and how they watched you piss yourself away
As the glass goes crashing to the floor, from the phone booth, I hear more delay
Cuz I can't get through to you

(chorus)

Better Make It Better (in album Shapes and Patterns)