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Switchblade Summer

Sitting in a bar, over you,
Writing this drunk, over you,
Today I took a train to D.C.
They call that a party,
Running dead battery, over you,
And now you’re gone, over you,
I feel the tide pull ,
But the waves don’t take me under,
Ragged and destroyed,
As I should be,
Going to New York,
Let’s not talk about dreams,
This bar has no windows, over you,
No air circulation, over you,
And that’s just perfect,
The drink in my hand,
Still see you laughing, over you,
Still see you crying, over you,
You’re dressed to kill,
But I’m the one who’s dying,

I look at the door it opens,
Could that be you ?
Like for me, like an angel,
Coming into to this place, with lots of grace,
But it ain’t, it’s just not true,

Police custody, over you,
With the pigs’ handcuffs, over you,
Their cutting my wrists, over you,
Yeah drunken, broken , all shot up,
Fresh out of jail, over you,
Got out on bail, over you,
Yeah I guess I have to find some way to stop this crying,
Still see you laughing, over you,
Still see you crying, over you,
Still see you sleeping, over you,
Still see you walking, over you,
Still see you laughing, over you,
Still see you crying ,over you,
Still see you sleeping, over you,
Still see you walking, over you,
Still see you laughing,