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