The Girls Are Getting Sick (feat. Sofia Mills)

Children, Broadripple is burning

And the girls are getting sick

Off huffing glue up in the bathroom

While their boyfriends pick up chicks

And darling, I'm lost

I heard you whispering that night in Fountain Square

The trash-filled streets made me wish

We were headed home

And there was love inside the basement

Where that woman used to lie

In a sleeping bag we shared upon

The floor most every night

And darling, I'm drunk

And everything I that I have loved has turned to stone

So pack your bags

And come back home

And I'm wasted, you can taste it

Don't look at me that way

'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope

I will haunt you like a ghost

And if my woman was a fire

She'd burn out before I wake

And be replaced by pints of whiskey

Cigarettes and outer space

Then somebody moves

And everything you thought you had has gone to shit

But we've got a lot

Don't ever forget that

And I wrote this on an airplane

Where the people looked like eggs

And when a woman that you loved is gone

She's bombing east Japan

Don't fucking move

'Cause everything you think you have will go to shit

But we've got a lot

Don't you dare forget that

And I'm wasted, you can taste it

Don't look at me that way

'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope

I will haunt you like a ghost

And I'm wasted, you can taste it

Don't look at me that way

'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope

I will haunt you like a ghost