Whose Line Is It Anyway

I'll meet you for coffee though I can't stand the taste
I'll have a slice of plain toast before we meet in your cafe of choice
I've got this problem with living and loving too fierce
Always end up falling harder than most

But I'm aching to stay upright, I'm just aching to stand upright
And sometimes I miss you so much that I try
To live in this perfect steady high
But the drugs don't work and I'm running out of cash anyway

And here's somethings that'll never taste the same
Your freshly smoked lips, been up the boozer again?

So please don't go, please don't go
I'll be home from this tour in a week or so
Where I'll make up for my time spent away
I've traveled more this year than in my whole life
And I'm sure it's been hard on the ones that I love
But it's only just the beginning

'Cause I was born, born to be away
Yeah I was born, born to be away
Yeah I was bo-o-o-o-orn
Yeah I was born, born

And here's some things that'll never be the same
Driving down the parade or watching Whose fucking Line Is It Anyway?
And stopping at red lights especially