The clock moved a quarter of a turn, the time it took a cigarette to burn - Elliott Smith

Drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again
Between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine...

You disappoint me,
all you people raking in on the world.
The devil's script sells
you the heart of a blackbird.

I waited for a bus
To separate the both of us
And take me off far away from you
'Cause my feelings never change a bit
I always feel like shit
I don't know why; I guess that I "just do"