One of Us

One of us is wasted
Neither of us knows which one
It's vulgar and abrasive
But one of us is having fun

Totally graceless
Horribly out of tune
Insulted the waitress
For your entertainment
But I'm still smiling
You're still trying

To do your laces
Pouting from the frozen floor
And one of us is naked
But neither of us knows what for
'Cause I'm a replacement
And you're just a junk boy's muse
So one of us fakes it
A charming illusion of perfect timing
I'm still smiling
You're still lying still
Still

One of us is waving
Splashing down the wine dark street
And laughing through the faces
At the unrequited eyes that once required me

But you're singing his praises
Horribly out of tune
It's floral arrangements
And "we want a baby but we're still trying"
I reply and
We both smile but
You still harbor
Ill will