In Like Flynn

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding

And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming

Well, you’ve made out on this last crime…

Like a thief in the night selling crack part time

But I know your beliefs well surpass mine

And I know I’m a whore on the block with a dime

Weighing light, just a knife in my pocket

And a heart like a stone, spending all my nights

Trying my best to distinguish your reasons

Trying my best to distinguish wrong from right

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding

And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming

And I’ll say…

Well, I’ll say…

Yes, I’ll say it again

You’re a crutch for my life, it’s alright

Treating all my desperate thinking

I’m offering my life, I’m alright

I’ll bleed myself with lack of meaning

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding

And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone

And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own