Summer's almost gone.
We had some good times,
But they're gone.
The winter's comin' on.
Summer's almost gone.
What do you see outside that window?
It's the middle of the night and you need to sleep.
Is it that dark specter i don't know,
Who keeps so much of you from me?
Do you see yourself from years ago,
A younger you out on these streets?
What is it that you can't let go?
I can't stand this thing between you and me.
Baby come back to bed.
Take the gun away from your head.
Put it back in its locked drawer -
Let me show you what a friend is for.
Baby come back to me.
Leave the past where it should be.
Baby make sure to lock the door
I'm gonna show you what friends are for.
It's four pm; you're not awake.
I saw you at the window last night.
How long have you been sleeping through the day?
Talk to me again. Tell me we're alright.
How can you think for months and have nothing to say?
You're vanishing without a fight
While your silence grows and washes us away.
Baby come back to bed.
Take the gun away from your head.
Put it back in its locked drawer -
Let me show you what a friend is for.
Baby come back to me.
Leave the past where it should be.
Baby make sure to lock the door
I'm gonna show you what friends are for.
Baby come back to bed.
Take the gun away from your head.
Put it back in its locked drawer -
Let me show you what a friend is for.
Baby come back to me.
Leave the past where it should be.
Baby make sure to lock the door
I'm gonna show you what friends are for.
You only love me because I love your work.
You just love me because of how we'd look.
You just love that I still have hope
And all the chances you never took.
This is the plight of women through centuries, lying awake, imagining their men with other women. He's touching her, and i'm starting to sob while i write. Some girl he's known for three hours, maybe that should make it easier? That it's just masturbation for him? She could be anybody. I'm not saying I don't understand his position. He's a man, a man like him, in LA for three months? To me he's not tangible any more - he's the other half of a writing team working out a novel written in dialogue; he's a pen-pal. He hasn't been a physical presence in my life in almost two years, not counting his too-short visits, so i shouldn't care. It shouldn't bother me.
But it does. I'm going to throw up.
I can't afford to eat but
I've got these pills.
I can't bear to sleep but
The nightmares wake me with chills.
I saw her walk into the building
That contains your illegal loft.
I don't care who you see now
But i shouldn't have to watch.
There's nothing worse
Than giving back a key
There aren't drugs strong enough
For days like these.
I don't care what you play
Just play it fucking loud
So i don't have to listen to the mess in my head.
I don't care what song it is
Just play it fucking loud
So i don't have to think about my empty bed.
There's the bar where ate breakfast
The salon where we got our nails done
They closed the diner from that summer
Last night we sat on the ridge
High above every life i've ever lived
With a bottle of merlot.
A hundred miles away
We watched the cars on the highway
You said "look at them go"
You teased that i was helpless
We could see miles of land
But we didn't see a single town
The sun slid behind the mesa
The rocks went up in fire
And we climbed down.
I see the void
And it sees me
We'll always recognize each other
From our days on the street.
I never asked to be happy
But i never wanted to be sad
I never really tried to be good
Now they all just say I'm bad.
He's no longer waiting for his belle.
He was saved by the girls on the road.
They told him not to be afraid of hell.
They promised he wouldn't go alone.
Flayed by the knotted combination
Of patience and great expectations
See you in your helicopter
Trying to give me bad dreams
But you're in the sky while i'm on the ground
So you can't bother me.
I don't fly, i've got no lear jet
Im grounded for longer than today
Top of nobody's list; social reject
But I'm Sinatra, I did it my way
Everyone likes to watch him ride through
Town.
They like to note how his broken parts are breaking
Down.
They study how they wash off his make-up like the tears of a sad old
Clown.
Nobody tells him why they watch him though, they just like to see him riding
'Round.
Oh if they play your song again
Well I've already got the gun in my hand
I blame the radio
Blame the radio
I blame the radio
Blame the fucking radio.
If i rub glitter on my track marks,
Can i be glamourous again?
It's summer in the city, again.
Give it up little muse,
Cant you see?
Your rockstars have killed you.
Cloak and dagger, baby.
Tooth and nail.
Tooth and nail.
These winter rust belt blues
Got me down down down.
I miss the mountain-top highs
And the steamy desert towns.
No matter where I go
I wake up and i just know
-
That I'm not home.
I miss the western coast,
Watch the ocean or a sunset
Both of us knew we'd gone
As far as we could get
No matter where I go
I wake up and i just know
-
That I'm not home.
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve
But i can't when i leave my city
I'll always keep it on her streets
Because I'll only ever love New York
I've got secrets locked away
That you'll never know
I have done things in LA
That my face will never show.
I've played games no one plays
To pass the New York nights.
I have left debts unpaid
That wait for me in plain sight.
No matter where I go
I wake up and i just know
-
That I'm not home.
I wake up and i just know
-
That I'm not home.
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve
But i can't when i leave my city
I'll always keep it on her streets
Because I'll only ever love New York
I need my injection
To battle my infection
I think they call this a disease.
Just give me my injection
Stop the spread of this infection
Baby vaccinate vaccinate me.
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