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 youíre gone, over you,
I feel the tide pull ,
But the waves donít take me under,
Ragged and destroyed,
As I should be,
Going to New York,
Letís not talk about dreams,
This bar has no windows, over you,
No air circulation, over you,
And thatís just perfect,
The drink in my hand,
Still see you laughing, over you,
Still see you crying, over you,
Youíre dressed to kill,
But Iím the one whoís 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 ainít, itís just not true,

Police custody, over you,
With the pigsí 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,