pocket protector

No one around to say that I know better

Got bags in my pockets like pocket protectors

I guess you could say that I'm dressed for the weather

Hit all of the parties I want to

Inside I am happy, at peace, I've transcended

I'm loved and I love, never need to pretend

But I've still got time to be sad for my publicist

Ashes to ashes and exes to exes

I make pretty things of our dirty old habits

Drink coffee at galleries, speak with an accent

Cult personality, 24/7

Celebrity preacher, I open the heavens

But I'm begging you please don't go

I'm begging you please don't go

And I won't join the club when I turn 27

Thought 54's better, gives me more time for heroin

But I won't get addicted, no, just experimenting

Just helping along all the books that I've written

And I'm never late, I am great, I am worldly

Get high every day, up there nothing can hurt me

Just fuck for the sake of it

Sex, I am frivolous

Living each day to the end, to the edges

But I'm begging you please don't go

I'm begging you please don't go

I'm begging you please don't go

I'm begging you please don't go

I'm on somebody's pedestal

Somebody's tyrant

One of them ghosts on the block

I'm out haunting the alleys

Brushing past strangers

Teaching myself how to be good for nothing

I'm kicking and screaming

Waking the neighbours

Widest of smiles in the room

Think I need you more than I'd admit to

In my dreams I am set, I'm not ashamed, I am shameless

One cool mother fucker like nobody's business

And you can't get upset, I am free, I am spirited

But nothing could cover you, I'd notice you missing

I'd wake up without you, cold unfulfilled

I was miserable then, I am miserable still

I always needed you, I always will

More fucked up on love than on all of the pills

But I'm begging you please don't go

I'm begging you please don't go

I'm begging you please don't go

I'm begging you please don't go