Chaos hunnie, no offense intended here, but this one...so fitting for you it seems. The way it seems your life, much like mine, gets screwed up beyond recognition everytime you turn your back. *hugs*

Nick Cave – Brother My Cup Is Empty
Damn if I know which album…was it Henry’s Dream..?

Brother my cup is empty
And I haven’t got a penny
For to buy no more whisky
I have to go home

I am the captain of my pain
‘Tis the bit, the bridle
And the thrashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
And the whipping mane
The pickled eye
And the shrinking brain
Brother buy me one more drink
I’ll explain the nature of my pity
Let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain

Brother my cup is empty
And I haven’t got a penny
For to buy no more whisky
I have to go home

I cannot blame it all on her
To blame her all would be a lie
For many a night I lie awake
And wish that I could watch her die
To see her accusing finger spurt
To see flies swarm her hateful eye
To watch her groaning in the dirt
To hear her clicking tongue crack dry
Brother buy me one more drink
One more drink and then goodbye
Do not mock me when I say
Let’s drink one more before I die

Brother my cup is empty
And I haven’t got a penny
For to buy no more whisky
I have to go home

I’ve been sliding down on rainbows
I’ve been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggars clothing
Bangs his cup across the bar
Look, this cup of mine is empty
Seems I’ve misplaced my desires
Seems I’m sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
Fill, this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whisky
I have no head for wine

Brother my cup is empty
And I haven’t got a penny
For to buy no more whisky
I have to go home

I counted all my blessings
And I counted only one
One tiny little blessing
And now that blessing’s gone
So buy me one more drink my brother
And I’m taking to the road
I’m taking to the rain
And I'm taking to the snow
My friend, my only brother
Do not let the party grieve
Throw a dollar on the bar
Now kiss my ass and leave

Brother my cup is empty
And I haven’t got a penny
For to buy no more whisky
I have to go home

Brother my cup is empty
And I haven’t got a penny
For to buy no more whisky
I have to go home