If you could see the state I get in I'm thinking 'bout you again Every time I see you it always seems to be the wrong place By the time I get talking to you There's nothing left for us to do Except to say a long goodbye
'Cause the state that I'm in Is wearing rather thin I'm coming down again 'Cause the state that I'm in Is wearing rather thin I'm coming down again
The imminent death of this mixed up boy I'm a fiend without a friend I don't have nothing to say I'm here 'cause the whiskey's free That don't really bother me I just don't want to say a long goodbye
'Cause the state that I'm in Is wearing rather thin I'm coming down again 'Cause the state that I'm in Is wearing rather thin I'm coming down again
