More Depalma, Less Fellini Lyrics - Good Riddance

Here I am drunk at 3 AM 

Got my second bottle down 

I got 12 to 15 pages 

of my desperation 

Cold I feel so poor and old 

And I'm maddened for your flesh 

But my bodys broken down 

In the fading twilight 

I will find a way 

Im gonna find a way 

While the fear of wasted years 

Keeps laughing just behind 

Alone no one will stay with me 

No an angel of despair 

To watch me as I rot 

And the radio keeps playing 

Down for days I make no sound 

Soon the rats and carrion 

Will rip the flesh away 

From legs and wrists and head 

I make promises that I'd never describe 

This sense of waiting out the end 

So pour another glass 

And one more virgin page 

just might get lucky 

And maybe I'll get good 

at 3am 

So here I am