home of the relapse

you can't click on happy
but the closest you can get
is all those big programs in colors like laser jets
and loud loud music
a quiet bright house
whiskey in my coffee
while the sun is high and proud

only a few clouds
thats where I'm at
singin to the empty house
the cold window glass
this is the spinning and the pumping
the smoking and the sucking down
of anything to take me far from sober

my head, home of the relapse
my head
as cozy as a bed I never leave
as darling as the warmth that creeps and creeps

up to the blush that I made in my cheeks
the occupied smile, the happy drunken things
Yes, if you know me, you know I don't drink
but it depends what kind of looks I get
when sober glares at me

I visit my head, home of the relapse
my head, my head
cozy as a bed I have my dreams in
as darling as the centipede of warmth that comes and creeps in

my head
home of the relapse