broadripple is burning

oh, darling
I'm drunk
and everything that I had loved has turned to stone
so pack your bags and come back home


and i'm wasted
you can taste it
dont look at me that way
cause i'll be hanging from a rope
i will haunt you like a ghost

if my man was a fire
he'd burn out before i wake
and be replaced by pints of whiskey
cigarettes and outer space
then somebody moves
and everything you thought you had has gone to shit
well, we've got a lot
don't you ever forget that.


oh, darling
I'm drunk
and everything that I had loved has turned to stone
so pack your bags and come back home