Eyeliner Letra

and blue jackets in this town

I'm one of a million baby, don't you forget
You can spit on the street and I'll rise up a mixture
of asphalt, old paper, and water
and the footprints of of friends

The telephone sweats out the sound of your voice
saying "Hey, man I was something...
A part of your life that you shouldn't forget
but you turned me into nothing."
And I was wrong

I woke up as a ghost in a watery grave
A whisper, a vapor, a filial slave
and as soon as that sad song starts playing
well, I'm back to stay

I'm sick with a grief that believes in me
and whether or not I'm relieved by the feeling
I stay up all night counting cracks in the ceiling
and make Tylenol breakfasts for alcohol dinners
I pine for the drugs that they feed to the winners
and find myself lonely and bored past the point of conceiving

You can sigh soft or you can say it out loud
but it's nothing in your own head
You ended up angry, you started out proud
I'll be gone soon
I'll be goddamned
And we knew all along