Well, I heard that you went out last night.
You looked beautiful,
just like a bat beneath the moonlight.
I stayed home, took some vicadin.
Sometimes it's all that I can do when I think about the President.
How did he become the President?
Oh, oh.
And I stayed awake
for a day or two, and I
thought about the world,
drank gin and watched the news.
And there are some things I'll never understand:
why a country needs a god, and a woman needs a man?
And you never write me letters,
and you never send my sweaters
so I could stay warm when I was without you.
Without you, I don't sleep...
I just dream.
And I scratched these words into my black notebook,
and I wrote my baby's name uptop -
I knew she'd never look.
And I tried my best to fight the atmosphere,
To think the happy thoughts
that leave the phonelines clear.
I see Arizona stars from here,
but Peter Pan, you're miles away!
And you never write me letters,
and you never send my sweaters
so you could stay warm when I was without you.
Without you I don't have
a place that safe from all the monsters
that hide in my head, but sing me to sleep.
Sleep...
This is the last straw.
"This is the last straw, " she said.
And I won't wait for you forever,
while you run around like JFK.
You watched that poor girl waste the best years of her life.
I'll be damned if I am going out,
I will not go out that way!
And you never write me letters,
and you never send my sweaters
so you could stay warm when I was gone.
Without you, I don't have
a place that's safe from all the monsters
that hide in my head, and keep me 'til dawn.
I think
this is the last straw.