Abe Lincoln

(album: Burn.Flicker.Die. - 2012)

That could've been Abe Lincoln sporting fifty dollar glasses
Standing at the bar throwing all the girls passes
Standing in the rain at the end of the line
Trying to steal something that'll never be mine

She could've been Jean Harlow eating popcorn at the movies
Still trying to get me to listen to them old Flaming Groovies
Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine
Trying to find something that will never be mine

And you're fading slow
Like a bloodstain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster
Just what it takes to leave
What it takes to leave

Well I could've been a saint and not a rank backslider
But I was praying in a cell, I was so deep inside of her
Standing on the tracks with a bottle of wine
Trying to find something that will never be mine

But you're fading slow
Like a bloodstain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster
Just what it takes to leave

Well it could've been a blonde in that long red Cadillac
Driving down the Avenue B, baby
Screaming "Fuck you, daddy" I ain't ever coming back
Staring out the window like an angel divine
Just another kiss that will never be mine

And you're fading slow
Like a bloodstain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster
Just what it takes to leave
What it takes to leave
What it takes to leave
What it takes to leave
Yeah, what it takes to leave