Don't Arrive in Costume Please

Don't arrive in costume please
Put that funny gun back up your sleeve
Why can't you just be really me

Used to leave the pills beside the sink
To warn each other of some missing link
Time never hits the floor without a drink
The cabinet's mostly bare now that I think of it

Sunset doesn't feel the way it used to feel
The gun's beneath the bed frame but the bullet's at my heels

Shadows darting from room to room
Panic creeping in and out of view
Everything came true but me and you



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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