Well the pills I got they ask me, lets go out for a while

And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile

Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me

Boy those wings are made of wax

While the things I do to kill me

They just tell me to relax

But oh Cinderella

All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms

I’m not the fellow

To protect you or to keep you from all your harm

And I don’t know which is worse

To wake up and see the sun

Or to be the one, be the one

Be the one that’s gone

And the empty bottle it misses you

Yeah and I’m the one that it’s talking to

And with you and I just barely strangers

I’m pretty much just left the fool

Damn, don’t the streets look empty though?

Just wandering round here without you

Oh the empty bottle it misses you and I’m the one it’s talking to

And I don’t know which is worse

To wake up and see the sun

Or to be the one, be the one that’s gone