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 ran away
Had a job where I could smile
And I'll say, "I hate what I've become"
Based on gasoline or talking shit
A heart in the hand meant foot to the lip
And I'll say, "I hate what I've become"
I'd rather waste my time being in love
Twenty years or twenty 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, let's reminisce
Say goodnight to the lady
Say goodnight in a bed of our 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
Burn up out of control
I've got two left feet, walk back onto me
You kept straight with your cut up lines
Let's take this all in stride
Let's take this all in stride
And it drove away
I was all ears and all eyes, all ears and all eyes
Taking down the frames of former friends
Bitter 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 our 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
Burn up out of control