Lyrics Here's Lookin' At You - Every Time I Die
Staring
at
a
ghost
across
a
table
set
for
two,
This
is
the
last
call
before
the
credits
roll.
The
charm
of
silver
screen
depression
saturated
in
alcohol.
It's
so
seductive.
Filtered
through
tobacco
haze.
It's
so
fucking
intoxicating,
The
way
they
glimmer
through
the
grain
and
make
dysfunction
such
a
fashion.
Jimmy
stewart
suicidal
sex
appeal.
The
alcoholic
is
the
last
true
hopeless
romantic.
Stumbling
and
smelling
of
stale
gasoline,
Making
james
dean
speeches
to
an
empty
room.
Audrey
left
some
lipstick
on
her
cigarette
in
the
ashtray
With
a
note
scrawled
on
a
napkin
saying
this
is
glamour.
This
is
where
hollywood
cues
the
delusion
That
everything
looked
this
blue
through
sinatra's
eyes.
What
america
needs
is
another
worthwhile
overdose.
Celestial
bodies
constructed
on
set,
Destined
to
explode
in
the
headlines.
Another
dry
martini
and
a
methamphetmaine.
Godspeed
Norma
Jean,
I
hope
you
saved
us
one
last
sleeping
pill
play
it
again
for
me.
The
tragedy
of
a
track
marked
beauty
queen.
The
starlet
in
the
magazine.
She
looks
all
right
to
me.
She
looks
so
good
to
me.
But
there's
somthing
in
the
way
she
moves,
like
i
want
to.
Make
me
want
you.
Tonight
i
feel
like
fame,
dreary
and
estranged.
I'd
scratch
through
glass
not
to
be
without
you.
(Without
you)
there's
a
whole
lotta
shakin'
going
on.
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