Jukebox breaking down and so am I
As we venture off into the make believe
The good Lord can't help us
So why should we try
To live in each other's dreams

We drink all night
Say what's on our minds
Kill a hundred bottles in the farewell
Yeah, we had good times
When we forgot who we were
Now it's too easy to tell

Don't make it so sad
Don't make it so sad
When I don't come
You don't notice I'm gone
So, don't make it so sad

Dressed to the hilt
With nowhere to run
Loretta coming through that smoked stained wall
Who took our love away from us
Let it take one last stroll

They kick us out
And I lose my shirt
Let's share a cab for the last bitter kiss
Things are tight
But I got a good feeling about spring
When everything will matter more than this

Don't make it so sad
Don't make it so sad
You like to tell me off
Until I go get drink
So, don't make it so sad

Don't make it so sad
Don't make it so sad
Don't make it so sad
Don't make it so sad