Cousins
My ashtray's flowing over and the phone's left off the hook
I've been staring for three hours at the first page of a book
Day and night I keep the curtains drawn
And curse the very day that I was born
And get to thinking, how I need you now?
I keep staring at my wristwatch until its ticking fills the room
And the hollow sound reminds me of the silence of a tomb
And as the ceiling and the walls close in
And the furniture begins to spin
I get to thinking, how I need you now?
And as the days go into weeks and I never get a letter
How I need you, how I need you, how I need you
And as those days go pa**ing bynd it doesn't get much better
How I need you, how I need you, how I need you.
The gaslit streets lean slowly as I reel against the wall
And my musty head is aching as I stagger down the hall
And then I fill the broken gla** once more
And fling the empty bottle to the floor
And get to thinking, how I need you now?