My fiction beats the hell out of my truth

It gets loneliest at night Down at the liquor store Beneath the neon sky Our moonlight Six a.m. the floor comes alive with lice The pan's dried up so tight With hardened beans We're hungry So I lean on you sometimes Just to see you're still there These feet can't take the weight of one Much less two We hit concrete How were we born into this mess? I know I painted you a prettier picture, baby But we were run out on a rail Fell from the wagon to the night train I kissed the bottle I should've been kissing you You wake up to an empty night With tears for two Cigarettes they fill the gaps In our empty days In our broken teeth Say mister, can you spare a dime? Some change could make a change Could buy some time Some freedom Or an ear to hear my story It's all I've got My fiction beats the hell out of my truth A palm upturned burnt blue Don't call it sunburn You've been shaking on the job Just one drink ahead of your past There's a white light coming up You draw the blinds hoping it'll pass I kissed the bottle I should've been kissin you You wake up to an empty night With tears for two Lucero