Chaos and the Mess

Seems to me your life is too wonderful, perfect and OK But then there's me But then there's weekends and holidays Upset parties and jealousness Late nights, silence and no sex I watch and wonder how you don't leave her now I see subway cars instead of moonlit walks on the sand I see traffic lights instead of long calm summer nights I will always drink too much, and smoke cigarettes You will always be the lush in all your chaos and your mess. You can hear my neighbor stomping around upstairs @ Folsom/12th st.