Coming Up Empty - Mary McBride

Back of the bar, out of the light

Lose track of time, that s alright

You say I m so special, too good for day to day

Say I m your heart, love without a name

Another funhouse mirror

Not quite what it seems

Talk is ringing hollow

Silence sometimes screams

Coming up, coming up empty

Fishing for an inside straight

Coming up, coming up empty

Too little and too late

You re going home to her

Tell sweet lies to her

I m glad I m not her

But I m still coming up empty

You say that it s best in a little bitty dose

Any more than that is too damn close

Believe what you say, must be confused

At the end of the day I ain t nothing but used

Let go of my hand, look into my eyes

I m a little girl who just got wise

Can t get it up for one last fight

Won t be that girl one more night