Last night I was alone
You were with him
I know I was at home
I hear your voice in my head
Then I hear his too
and wish I was dead
die leave me hear to die
I think about you all the time
I was yours and you were mine
I think how things used to be
Everything’s changed totally
When he’s there u know I’m not
Leave me hear to die and rot
Die leave me hear to die
John Cale - Dying on the vine
I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it
I wish someone would show me where to draw the line
I'd lay down my sword if you would take it
And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine
I was with you down in Acapulco
Trading clothing for some wine
Smelling like an old adobe woman
Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time
I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying on the vine
Who could sleep through all that ...