Waiting for the last time
For my friend to change my mind
Waiting for the last drop
Seems like a long, long time
Maybe I should go back home
I'll sit and wait right by the phone
Praying over the porcelain throne
On my dirty, sticky floor
Ask me what I want?
Easy that's just more
How long will I wait for you?
Twice as long as I did before
Standing in the freezing snow
Maybe you left, I just don't know
I'll soon be lying on my own
On some dirty, sticky floor
I hope no one can see me
The tin man says I'm doing fine
That lion ain't gonna get me
«See that gun right there, it's mine»
I've painted a face where I burnt the floor
Now the face's become my devil's door
Laying in the back room
On my dirty, sticky floor
On my dirty, sticky