Before My Heart Attacks - Jason Falkner

The flowers I bought when you took off are wilted in the vase

There’s something here beneath the hair that kind of looks like my face

Garbage man, oh garbage man, why won’t you leave my street

How can this street possibly excrete this much trash seven days a week

I am here and you are there and it don’t make me feel any better

My baby blue, my you know who

Bring your sugar back before my heart attacks

I feel I should abandon all and travel down to the south

I swear I would, if only I could get last night’s party out of my mouth

I am here and you are there, and it don’t make me feel any better

My baby blue, my beautiful darlin' sweetheart, honey pooh

Bring your sugar back before my heart attacks

I’m drinking more and more and more, can’t hold onto myself

There ain’t no use when you’re not here, appreciating my good health

I know I’m here and I know you’re there but it don’t make me feel any better

About eating more and sleeping less, I’m just waiting on your letter