When you spend life sober
Things tend to grow with color
And the rainbows start to bleed
And the moon yearns to be solar
When you spend dreams laughing
Things tend to pass you by
And you don't notice them leaving
Because they don't say goodbye
When I spend nights crying
Tears tend to dry without you
And I pick up my Kleenex
And move on not too soon
When I spend Saturday
Into Sunday
Into Monday
I don't remember Tuesday
I need a phone call
Maybe I should call
It a day
When I spend time thinking
About certain
About curtains
About you
I get no answers I get no change
And everything else is the same
When you tend to go out
To spend Saturday nights
Try not to be plagued
With what we didn't do right
And when you spend your life sober
Waiting for your damn rainbow
All you get is rain
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