I'm on my own where I found you alone. You were caught up in somebody else's mess.. And yes, I drank all those drinks on my own,. My life's become some blurry little quest..
Well you're wrapped up in a blanket and you're staring at the floor. The conversation's moderated by the noisy streets below. I never wanna hurt you baby, I'm just a mess with a name and a price.
Since my heart is golden. I've got sense to hold in. Tempted just to make an ugly scene. No I'm not as proper. My money's in copper. Ripped down from the brownstones to the street.