Heatmiser

Youre everybodys second home
Always trying to get me alone
An easy way to lose it all
Always there when all else fails
Over by the west side rails
But I dont really need that now
I never really did anyhow
I only really needed alcohol
Something thatll treat me okay
And wouldnt say the things youd say
Please turn out the light
I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out whos right
Dreaming on the silver strand
Waking up to plainclothes man
You little bastard, little boy in blue
Someones gonna get to you
And f*** up everything you do
Hes so unhappy inside
Hes serious with everyone
And he thinks hell win you with his angry kiss
Acting like he has no needs
Wanting you to watch him bleed