The gla** is half full But pretty soon it will be empty As empty as your lonely soul Pour another drink Everything looks better through those rose colored gla**es The whole world looks better Bathed in that amber glow Swallow your regrets Drown your misconceptions Wash away your pain Pick up another pint on the way home That's what it takes to get through the day What were you thinking, trying to be happy? People like you are always the same Destined for nothing but loneliness and pain What were you thinking, trying to be happy? The gla** is half empty The bottle's contents ever lower Much like your self-esteem But everything looks better Bathed in that amber glow So pour another drink Your strife is nearly over. 'Why do you write as if your subject is another?