"Love Letter From A Drunken Angel" lyrics

I get sick in my mouth at the thoughts of a time
When I can't see what's real from the dregs of the wine
Or a kick in the stones from an honest days pay
For to see it you got to be watching

Georgie he sits in his shop
The bric a brac taking up space
And everything here has its place
Each object is real and alive
We laugh some while chewing the cud
He says he's been pissing up blood
I'm grateful to him for being true
My head says aren't you glad it ain't you

Here is a song that I wrote
Just to tell you I love you in case you were not aware
Here is a song that I wrote
A love letter to the world from a drunken angel

I bite down on my tongue at the thoughts of a time
When I can't extract beauty just from being alive
When my body is able I can walk talk and drive
What the fuck do I have to complain of

Rebecca has clips in her hair
She loves punk and reads Baudelaire
I'm hesitant to over share
They say loneliness lives in the dark
Being hopeful is like her new drug
She smiles and then hands me the mug
Saying take this on the house and good luck to you now
But for Christ sake will you bin that cologne
(Cheap aftershave getting in my nose!)

Here is a song that I wrote
Just to tell you I love you in case you are listening
Here is a song that I wrote
As an ode to sheer beauty and pure boredom in real time

And ere is a song that I wrote
Just to tell you I love you in case you are listening
Here is a song that I wrote
A love letter to the world from my drunken angel