Allison Foley

"Calmly, like a razor 
I got us on the door," 
Or "I got a tape of 'Clerks' 
Someone left the night before." 

So I go over later, 
You're sitting in that chair 
Smoking on your cigarette 
Fingering you hair 

So I get drunk and stoned, 
Every time you come around. 

Twenty-nine and aimless 
You bartend down on fourth 
Your parents pay insurance 
And the Parson's Audit course 

Over-schooled and uninspired 
A trust fund up your nose 
All that wasted talent but, uh 
Ain't that how it always goes? 

So I get drunk and stoned, 
Every time you come around. 
Yeah, yeah yeah 

So long Allison Foley 
So long, bye-bye 

(Come up higher, take a step higher) 

Sometimes you understand 
The reasons how you went astray 
But least of all the answer, 
That it hurts to watch you waste away. 

So I get drunk and stoned, 
Every time you come around. 
Yeah, yeah, yeah. 

So long, Allison Foley 
So long, bye-bye