Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while 
And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile 
Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me 
Boy those wings are made of wax 
While the things I do to kill me 
They just tell me to relax 
But oh Cinderella 
All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms 
I'm not the fellow 
To protect you or to keep you from all your harm 
And I don't know which is worse 
To wake up and see the sun 
Or to be the one be the one 

Be the one that's gone 
And the empty bottle it misses you 
Yeah and I'm the one that its talking to 
And with you and I just barely strangers 
I'm pretty much just left the fool 
Damn don't the streets look empty though 
Just wandering round here without you 

Oh the empty bottle it misses you and I'm the one its talking to 
And I don't know which is worse 
To wake up and see the sun 

Or to be the one be the one that's gone