She Only Calls Me on Sundays

She only calls me on Sundays
When she’s had her fill
Of red wine and cigarettes
And prescription pills
Someday soon
She’ll be going somewhere else
She reached for the bottle and the phone
The time we spent together
Is how we stay so strong
I’d give you all my possessions
To hold you in my arms
All the years I’ve wasted
All the glories worn
All the failures tasted
Couldn’t bring you home
Someday soon
She’ll be going somewhere else
She reached for the bottle and the phone
She reached for the bottle and the phone