Come Back For The Rest Of Me

I woke up starving, I went to sleep mad
Because I met Cassandra and I gave her all I had
I reached out to her, she tore away my hands
My burdens beckon me into abysmal scenes
But Cassandra's the good guy as far as she can see
But you can't smell the body parts on a movie screen
And Cassandra won't come back for the rest of me
She waits outside of my window to negotiate with my time
She lays there patiently in the warm summer nights
But she keeps on mistaking me for someone who has lost his mind
The deserted city streets have wrapped me in their rains
I'm lost in Mayfair and I can't afford the train
The money stole my soul and then left me be
And Mayfair won't come back for the rest of me
So when your candid masters have dwindled to a few
And you've forgotten how to sing and how to speak to your friends too
Just lo and behold, your masters have got a hold on you
And through my apartment door where the lame sun resides
Where personal postmodern warfare lays upon ruined tides
You just might find my eyes on my soul, regrets flee
Because my masters won't come back for the rest of me
I'm burning in water, drowning in flame
On the dull days the doldrums distort a poet's pain
I fell asleep, but she kissed me in the brain
I hope to black out if I hold my breath along
All the angels are ebbing out of me and the beast is gone
The madman is all that's left, the whiskey makes him strong
But this just might be the bond to free my insanity
Because the artists won't come back for the rest of me
Oh no, the artists won't come back for the rest of me