We have a small apartment
above an off-track betting club
and it's filled with angry losers
and ripped up ticket stubs
And the men all sit in plastic chairs
or lean against the walls
wondering if they'll make it to the bar
before last call
And they wander home at three a.m.
to fall into their beds
and think about the lives they lost
somewhere inside their heads

It's late
and you're not here
Somewhere in between the lines
you've disappeared

And now there's nothing left of you
A tired ghost in hospital perfume
The sky screaming in the dark
setting off the car alarms
So take it as a warning sign
or maybe just for piece of mind
When you're scratching at your scars
I'll remember who you are

Now the cigar smoke from an ugly man
slowly ascends the stairs
and it seeps into my pillowcase
and it settles in my hair
And I wake up feeling nauseous
'cause I know you are gone for good
And I wish there was some way to tell you
that I would help you if I could

But I'm not the one with the golden claw
I'm just another circus
I live above a furnace
and you're holding onto something worthless

And now we're out of time
wishing that I could have changed your mind

And now there's nothing left of you
A tired ghost in hospital perfume
The sky screaming in the dark
setting off the car alarms
So take it as a warning sign
or maybe just for piece of mind
When you're scratching at your scars
I'll remember who you are
I'll remember
who you are