She Only Calls Me on Sundays Lyrics

She only calls me on Sundays
When she's had her fill
Of red wine and cigarettes
And prescription pills

Someday soon
She'll be going somewhere else
She reached for the bottle and the phone

The time we spent together
Is how we stay so strong
I'd give you all my possessions
To hold you in my arms

All the years I've wasted
All the glories worn
All the failures tasted
Couldn't bring you home

Someday soon
She'll be going somewhere else
She reached for the bottle and the phone
She reached for the bottle and the phone