Fine Tuning the Bender

Lost another morning.
Now it’s going on two years.
And this cough, it just won’t go away.
In the city of grey, I think I’m leaving today.
Cuz I was staying for some reason,
But for what I can’t say.
Cuz it’s so cold outside.
We have got more to do.
This here city’s worn ??
Emptied all my bottles,
Burned my magazines,
But so far I don’t feel more sincere.
Come on and smile, drink your beer. Could it take another year?
Cuz it’s so cold outside.
We have got more to do.
This here city’s worn ??
Don’t let go of my fragile hands.
I know somehow you’ll understand.