Dirty Sticky Floors

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 sit and wait right by the phone
Praying off 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 tinman says I’m doing fine
That line ain’t going to get me See that gun right there — it’s mine
I painted the face where I burnt the floor
Now the face become my devil’s door
Laying in the back-room
On my dirty sticky floor
My dirty sticky