Some Song - Elliott Smith

It’s a junkie dream, makes you so uptight

Yeah, it’s Halloween tonight and every night

Hear you scratch your skin, your sandpaper throat

You’re a symphony, man, with one fucking note

Charlie beat you up week after week

And when you grow up, you’re gonna be a freak

Want a violent girl who’s not scared of anything

Help me kill my time

'Cause I’ll never be fine

Help me kill my time

You went down to look at old Dallas Town

Where you must be sick just to hang around

Seen it on TV, how to kill your man

Then like Gacy’s scene a canvas in your hand

Better call your mom, she’s out looking for you

In the jail and the army and the hospital too

But those people there couldn’t do anything for you

Help me kill my time

'Cause I’ll never be fine

Help me kill my time

Help me kill my time

Help me kill my time

'Cause I’ll never be fine

Help me kill my time