"Calmly, like a razor I got us on the door," Or "I got a tape of 'Clerks' Someone left the night before."
So I come over later, You're sitting in that chair Smoking on your cigarette Fingering you hair
So I get drunk and stoned, Every time you come around.
Twenty-nine and aimless You bartend down on fourth Your parents pay insurance And the Parson's Audit course
Over-schooled and uninspired Tust fund up your nose All that wasted talent but, uh Ain't that how it always goes?
So I get drunk and stoned, Every time you come around. Yeah, yeah yeah
So long Allison Foley So long, bye-bye
(Come up higher, take a step higher) Sometimes you understand The reasons how you went astray But least of all the answer, That it hurts to watch you waste away.
So I get drunk and stoned, Every time you come around. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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