I don’t come aroundNever call or let her knowI got a life of my ownYou know I hate to be around herWhen she’s like thatI wrote a song once about herCalled the brides have hit glassYou know it just won’t lastTo be on top of your own worldWith no guardrails to cling toYou fall so very fastIt’s very odd to find her up againStaking out expansionSeeking new exposureAnd when she holds out an empty glassAnd she comes for a handoutI ask for the same thing-it’s sadAnd I hold on so sure I can take all she canJust to be around herJust to feel badOne day I will knowThat’s it’s a waste of timeAnd there’s a better road ahead of meI just don’t know how to make it thereSo I’ll just hang around and take my chanceOnce again I’ll roll the diceAnd try to hang on to my shrinking paradiseAnd I’ll hold out an empty glassAnd I’ll come for a handoutAnd I’ll ask for the same thing-it’s sadAnd I’ll hold on so confidentThat’s it all I can giveTo try to find my way backJust to hit glass