Here's Lookin' At You - Every Time I Die

Staring at a ghost across a table set for two

This is the last call before the credits roll

The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol

It’s so seductive

Filtered through tobacco haze

It’s so fucking intoxicating

The way they glimmer through the grain and make dysfunction such a fashion

Jimmy stewart suicidal sex appeal

The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic

Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline

Making james dean speeches to an empty room

Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray

With a note scrawled on a napkin saying this is glamour

This is where hollywood cues the delusion

That everything looked this blue through sinatra’s eyes

What america needs is another worthwhile overdose

Celestial bodies constructed on set

Destined to explode in the headlines

Another dry martini and a methamphetmaine

Godspeed Norma Jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill play it again

for me

The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen

The starlet in the magazine

She looks all right to me

She looks so good to me

But there’s somthing in the way she moves, like i want to

Make me want you

Tonight i feel like fame, dreary and estranged

I’d scratch through glass not to be without you

(Without you) there’s a whole lotta shakin' going on