Broadripple Is Burning - Living Room Version

children, broadripple is burning
& the girls are getting sick
off huffin' glue up in the bathroom
while your boyfriends pick up chicks
& darling i'm lost
i heard you whispering that night in fountain square
the trash-filled streets made me wish we were headed home
& there was love inside the basement where that woman used to lie
in a sleeping bag we shared upon the floor most- every night
& darling i'm drunk
& everything that i have loved has turned to stone
so pack your bags
& come back home
& i'm wasted
you can taste it
don't look at me that way
'cause i'll be hanging from a rope
i will haunt you like a ghost
if my woman was a fire she'd burn out before i wake
& be replaced by pints of whiskey
cigarettes & outer space
& somebody moves
& everything you thought you had has gone to shit
we've got a lot
don't ever forget that
& i wrote this on an airplane where the people looked like eggs
& when a woman that you loved has gone
she was bombing east japan
& don't fucking move
'cause everything you thought you had has gone to shit
we got a lot
don't you dare forget that
& i'm wasted
you can taste it
don't look at me that way
cause i'll be hanging from a rope
i will haunt you like a ghost