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.