Allison Foley

Calmly, like a razor
i got us on the door,
or “i got a tape of 'clerks'
someone left the night before.”

so i go over later,
you're sitting in that chair
smoking on your cigarette
fingering you hair

so i get drunk and stoned,
every time you come around.

twenty-nine and aimless
you bartend down on fourth
your parents pay insurance
and the parson's audit course

over-schooled and uninspired
a trust fund up your nose
all that wasted talent but, uh
ain't that how it always goes?

so i get drunk and stoned,
every time you come around.
yeah, yeah yeah

so long allison foley
so long, bye-bye

(come up higher, take a step higher)
sometimes you understand
the reasons how you went astray
but least of all the answer,
that it hurts to watch you waste away.

so i get drunk and stoned,
every time you come around.
yeah, yeah, yeah.

so long, allison foley
so long, bye-bye