Bosco

I love you more than any man, but something’s getting in the way.
I do you harm because I can for the second time today.
Victims we are not of happenstance, but you’re a victim all the same.
Stuck inside a circumstance with your confusion and your blame.

And when I get drunk, you take me home and keep me safe from harm.
When I get drunk, you take me home.

I ask you for another second chance, but then I drink it all away.
And I get bellicose when you react full of frustration and dismay.
I was so delicate when we began, so tender when I spoke your name.
But now I’m nothing but a partisan to my compulsion and my shame.

And when I get drunk, you take me home and keep me safe from harm.
When I get drunk, you take me home.

You know, I’m grateful – I appreciate.
But in fact, it’s baleful how I suck you dry.
How I suck you dry.
How I suck you dry.
How I suck you.
How I suck you dry.
How I suck you dry.
How I suck you dry.

I love you more than any man, but I seem to lay it all to waste.
I do you harm because I can with a joke in questionable taste.
I’ve such duplicity at my command, so I keep on lying to your face,
then I run away to wonderland, and disappear without a trace.

And when I get drunk, you take me home and keep me safe from harm.
When I get drunk, you take me home.

You know, I’m grateful – I appreciate.
But, in fact, it’s baleful how I suck you dry.
How I suck you dry.
How I suck you dry.
How I suck you.