The Long Face

There are police sirens in my head that sound like mad babies crying

It's the long face

When my emotions rain the boss of the city is the cabdriver

Running up to my face and into my arms

Shared only some of it, give away most of it

When I feel this way therefore I am

It's you, it's me, walking down that street

I wish I could see my own funeral to regret being dead

Baby don't leave

I want the attention