Alison

Listen close and don't be stoned

I'll be here in the morning 'cause I'm just floating

Your cigarette still burns

Your messed-up world will thrill me

Alison, I'm lost

"Alison," I said, "We're sinking"

There's nothing here but that's okay

Outside your room, your sister's spinning

But she lies, tells me she's just fine

I guess she's out there somewhere

And the sailors, they strike poses

TV covered walls and so slowly

With your talking and your pills

Your messed-up life still thrills me

Alison, I'm lost

Alison, I'll drink your wine

I wear your clothes when we're both high

"Alison," I said, "We're sinking"

But you laugh and tells me it's just fine

I guess she's out there somewhere