In Like Flynn

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming

Well, you’ve made out on this last crime…
Like a thief in the night selling crack part time
But I know your beliefs well surpass mine
And I know I’m a whore on the block with a dime
Weighing light, just a knife in my pocket
And a heart like a stone, spending all my nights
Trying my best to distinguish your reasons
Trying my best to distinguish wrong from right

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming

And I’ll say…
Well, I’ll say…
Yes, I’ll say it again

You’re a crutch for my life, it’s alright
Treating all my desperate thinking
I’m offering my life, I’m alright
I’ll bleed myself with lack of meaning

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming

Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone
And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own