There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover
Well, she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another
But I try not to think about that, I try not to think at all
I get cocaine from this girl I met and my brother buys me alcohol
And I stay up all night walking through these houses I have grown to hate
And my parents ask if I'm all right, I say, "I've just been staying up too late"
I need to sleep
I need to do something
to get this awful weight up off my chest
And keep her pretty ghost from chasing me...
