Teddy, my pal, and his panama canal

I can lose my voice, like I live on wine
The proud would talk it up, the party never died
Run away, I run away
From a job where I could smile
And I'll stay, I hate what I've become
Based in gasoline and talking shit
Heart in hand meant foot to lip
And I'll say, I hate what I've become
I'd rather waste my time being in love

20 years or 20 sips
Getting by doesn't make a dent
I'm old enough, I want to make my home
Get in line, you can load your shit
I didn't come home because of who I missed
When you grow up, lets reminisce

Say goodnight to the lady
Say goodnight in a bed of your own
We can pump and push the words
The words that were never stone
Let it lie in waiting
I'd rather stop than hate you slow
Though I used to make you burn
And burn up out of control

I've got two left feet, walk back on me
You kept straight with your cut-up lines
Let's take this all in stide
Let's take this all in stide

It drove away
I was all ears and all eyes, all ears and all eyes
Taking down the frames of former friends
Better times with bitter ends
I'll find two words to sum it up and then

Say goodnight to the lady
Say goodnight in a bed of your own
We can pump and push the words
The words that were never stone
Let it lie in waiting
I'd rather stop than hate you slow
Though I used to make you burn
And burn up out of control