She was still alone inside,
living her life on the F train
to her Brooklyn apartment;
she fell in love once a day,
and took her pills in the morning,
and at night.
She sat alone in her bedroom,
in the afternoon light;
the sun shines through to
visions about you,
'cause she's still alone,
like the boy who was self-conscious about his teeth,
or the boy who was self-conscious about his teeth,
or the people who admit their own flaws,
or the people who will write their own songs,
or the girl who tries to drive her own car,
and they all got together for a party,
and she was outside, in the back, something with cigars,
'cause she's still alone,
like the boy who was self-conscious about his teeth,
or the boy who was self-conscious about his teeth,
or the people who admit their own flaws,
or the people who will write their own songs,
or the people who will drive their own cars,
'cause she's still alone.
Stop feeling sorry for me;
it makes me feel a bit uneasy.
Stop feeling sorry for me;
these bureaucrats make me uneasy.
Stop feeling sorry for me.
Let's scare kids on Halloween;
let's make them scared of the trees.
Let's scare kids on Halloween;
it will be just you and me.
Or you could sit outside the bagel store,
where there are always too many policemen anyway;
you can pa** by truancy cops,
or h**n junkies,
and say "hello,"
but you know, they're all just looking for a fix anyway,
and you are, too, but you might get lucky today,
'cause you're not alone.
Let's scare kids on Halloween;
let's make them scared of the trees.
Let's scare kids on Halloween;
it will be just you and me.
Let's scare kids on Halloween.