Sober

I have tried to so hard to feel much more for her than nothing
Wouldn't it be nice if I pretended that I care?
I can promise her a life of wonderful perfection
I can promise her that I will lead her from despair

Come the day and I'll be over
And she will leave me all alone
Will I stay?
Will I stay sober?
Or just bottle all my shame?

She
She drags me under
Pulls me over
Now I'm sober

She
I don't want her any more
I don't need her any more
So I leave her, standing...

When I look at her, a creeping guilt lies in my lusting
Does she realise just what she's doing to herself?
I can promise her a life of wonderful perfection
I can promise her that I will lead her from despair

Oh, come the day, and I'll be over
And she will leave me all alone
Will I stay?
Will I stay sober?
Or just bottle all my shame?

She
She drags me under
Pulls me over
Now I'm sober

She
I don't want her any more
I don't need her any more
So I leave her, standing at the door (at the door)

I have tried to so hard to feel much more for her than nothing (I have tried so hard)
Than nothing