Do you picture a better life? But I can't shake the feeling That you picture a better life, better wife, better nights, better high I can't seem to understand it How did we get so low I've been up late watching you breathe Wondering if you're going to

I stand and I wait in line And I wait in line With a heavy head And this bottle of wine As they steal my time But I've learned to hold my own And I watch I can't shake this feeling