Alison

Listen close and don’t be stoned
I’ll be here in the morning
'Cause I’m just floating
Your cigarette still burns
Your messed-up world will thrill me
Alison, I’m lost
«Alison,» I said, «We're sinking»
There’s nothing here but that’s okay
Outside your room, your sister’s spinning
But she lies, tells me she’s just fine
I guess she’s out there somewhere
And the sailors, they strike poses
TV covered walls
End so slowly
With your talking and your pills
Your messed-up life still thrills me
Alison, I’m lost
Alison, I’ll drink your wine
I’ll wear your clothes when we’re both high
«Alison,» I said, «We're sinking»
But she laughs and tells me it’s just fine
I guess she’s out there somewhere