| Well, I heard that you went out last night. | 
| You looked beautiful, | 
| just like a bat beneath the moonlight. | 
| I stayed home, took some vicadin. | 
| Sometimes it’s all that I can do when I think about the President. | 
| How did he become the President? | 
| Oh, oh. | 
| And I stayed awake | 
| for a day or two, and I | 
| thought about the world, | 
| drank gin and watched the news. | 
| And there are some things I’ll never understand: | 
| why a country needs a god, and a woman needs a man? | 
| And you never write me letters, | 
| and you never send my sweaters | 
| so I could stay warm when I was without you. | 
| Without you, I don’t sleep… | 
| I just dream. | 
| And I scratched these words into my black notebook, | 
| and I wrote my baby’s name uptop — | 
| I knew she’d never look. | 
| And I tried my best to fight the atmosphere, | 
| To think the happy thoughts | 
| that leave the phonelines clear. | 
| I see Arizona stars from here, | 
| but Peter Pan, you’re miles away! | 
| And you never write me letters, | 
| and you never send my sweaters | 
| so you could stay warm when I was without you. | 
| Without you I don’t have | 
| a place that safe from all the monsters | 
| that hide in my head, but sing me to sleep. | 
| Sleep… | 
| This is the last straw. | 
| «This is the last straw,» she said. | 
| And I won’t wait for you forever, | 
| while you run around like JFK. | 
| You watched that poor girl waste the best years of her life. | 
| I’ll be damned if I am going out, | 
| I will not go out that way! | 
| And you never write me letters, | 
| and you never send my sweaters | 
| so you could stay warm when I was gone. | 
| Without you, I don’t have | 
| a place that’s safe from all the monsters | 
| that hide in my head, and keep me 'til dawn. | 
| I think | 
| this is the last straw. |