• There are bullet holes in my ceiling
    From the times biggrin I get bored at night

    The neighbors complained
    But they don't live here any more.

    There are burn marks on my hardwood floor
    From the time you came over

    I wish you would again
    But you're not on this Earth anymore

    You took a piece of me when you left
    leaving me restless. Leaving me restless.

    Unhinged and out of it
    There are pills in my cambinet

    You should hear them, the whole town's talking.