Warm milk and ashtrays
You’re looking like a ghost
Lying in your bed
Wondering who you love the most

And there are sirens in the morning
they seep into your head
I can see myself in the paper
on the front page dead

Sinners, saints, and accidents
They come together all at once
Your demons get together
and try to throw a punch

But you don’t have to kill your baby
if you take this little pill
I promise you darling
you won’t go to hell
and I say
Only what I need

You can love me
Quietly
Because I’ve been hiding
So your lover
Won’t kill me

Here we’re going uptown
and I’m pushing her away