Lost Weekend - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam

And double pneumonia in a single room

And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

Are you laughing at me now?

May I please laugh along with you?

This morning I woke up from a deep, unquiet sleep

With ashtray clothes and this lonely heart’s pen

With which I wrote for you a lovesong in tattoo upon my palm

'Twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand

You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it

Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces

Too easily

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain

And my aim was taboo, you

Could we meet in the marketplace

Did I ever hey please, did you wound my knees?

You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it

Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces

Yeah too easily

There’s nobody else to blame

I hang my head in a crying shame

There is nobody else to blame

Nobody else except my sweet self

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam

Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears

And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

Are you laughing at me now

May I please laugh along?

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees

And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm

You wrote upon me when you took my hand

You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it

Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces too easily

Too easily

Too easily