Atterall, a white lace bra that makes you fall in loveYou left your blue jeans in my pickup truckNew York, this time of year ain't good for meCause all my friends lack self-control and empathyAll the boys are crawling in some shithole in the wallAgain, I miss this place more than I miss my homeEveryone is telling me that I need help or therapyBut all I need is to be left aloneShe's bound to come back and haunt you foreverThere's ghosts in the windows and wallsI'm waiting by the telephone all * nightFor someone that ain't ever gonna callOh, ohRemember telling me I was gonna hit the big time you diedGuess you told God it was trueRemember sitting on your porchYou talked about your old regretsAnd tossed the world of bad things to your brainIt seems the quiet dreams have gotten much too heavyBut I'm home now and I'll hold you through the painShe's bound to come back and haunt you foreverThere's ghosts in the windows and wallsI'm waiting by the telephone all * nightFor someone that ain't ever gonna callOh, ohOh, ohOh, ohOh, ohOh, ohOh, ohShe's bound to come backOh, ohShe's bound to come back and haunt you foreverThere's ghosts in the windows and wallsI'm waiting by the telephone all * nightFor someone that ain't ever gonna callOh, ohOh, ohAdderall and white lace bra will make you fall in loveYou left your blue jeans and white lace bra will make you fall in loveNew York this time of year ain't good for meMy pickup truckNew York this time of year ain't good for meCause all my friends lack self control and empathy