I am lipsticked like a tart in the cherry red of Côtes du Rhône
Prodding at the little fire of my phone
The lights behind the bar twinkle like they've always known
Only desperate little men ever drink alone
But as long as I'm here
I've disappeared and it's vanishing
I'm a missing person doing my thing
As midnight strikes, I slip into this queen of dives
And quietly oblivion like sleep arrives
And I couldn't live without this sewer of a place to be
Alone with my one obsession, me, me, me
Yeah, I can hear you remonstrate, you fool, that's three
What I'm doing here
Ain't drinking beer, it's vanishing
I'm a missing person doing my thing
Just a missing person doing my thing
Missing the time I threw your crutch away
And ruined a perfect day
Now it's all ruins from here to daybreak
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So I hang on to my chair
In this fish tank of sinking stars
Pickling their memories in Mason jars
And I head out for a smoke
Leave your ghost there to hold my place
And line up with the other cheaters in disgrace
Like runners in exile from the human race
And as long as I'm here
This last brutal year is vanishing
I'm a missing person doing my thing
Just a missing person doing my thing