Prima and Sinatra

I woke up at half past 2.
I dressed myself in navy blue.
I sulked my way to the bathroom and drank a bottle of your shampoo.
The word "Alone" is daunting and by it, haunted are my days.
You put me right back where you found me; passed out on the couch
With too much on my plate.
The winter is so cold in new jersey but we burned like something like electricity.
We stayed alive with a heat that would radiate hot enough to burn the enamel from our teeth.

I need to put you behind my mind in a place that I only go to find the ghost you've thrown away.
I've been wrackin' I've been wrackin' my brains trying to come up with a reason why you went away.

Hey. My mouth tastes like nail polish.
Hey. I hope this double decker crashes.
Hey. How's your car, how are your glasses?
Wait.