Camille

The moon had a fight with the parking lot light

And slunk off to hide in the clouds

Now it’s broken bottles, gravel and glass

Keepin’ you company now

In the heat of the moment he cried out your name

But the moment it didn’t last long

Ten minutes later he’s driving away

And you’re putting your pantyhose on

And you don’t want to cry, and you don’t want to think

And you tell yourself it ain’t no big deal

And you feel like a fool, and you feel like a drink

And you drink so you don’t have to feel

But you still do, don’t you camille

All your affairs are like last night’s mascara

Darkening the lines round your eyes

Seems like these days you’re just pickin’ up strays

You laugh and say you’re no prize

And the sins of the fathers are not meant for daughters

But somehow you felt you’re to blame

And the ghost in your head and the men in your bed

They all look like they’re one and the same