He reached back for a bottle of wine
People ain’t always who you think they are
On the inside
He left a hand-scrawled note by the door
He knows that things ain’t ever gonna be the same
Not anymore
No, not anymore
Anymore, anymore

He knows temptation rattles on any soul
And sometimes you’re stuck in the paradox
Diggin’ out of a hole
He left a cheap piano and a beat-up bass guitar
Musicians always live a tortured life
And few get far

He reached back for a bottle of wine
Somehow no matter how much he drank
His lips stayed dry
He used to smile at the irony
But not anymore
No, not anymore
Anymore, anymore