monday i drifted away    with some coffee to keep me awake   and you saw new york one final time   as this credit card _      tuesday i woke with the dawn    and put my old wedding ring on.   she said, "time is a fickle mistress.    you can drink, but you'll never fool it."      i am invisible to you.    all on my own, what can i do?   southbound is heaven, the city of sin.      and wednesday i hung from a tree    hoping that you'd notice me,   that you'd bathe all my wounds in your tears   and shower me with sympathy.      and thursday was harder to take   with these pills piled high on my plate,   so i swallow each one in a haze.   in a cascade of light, i was saved.      i am invisible to you.    all on my own, what can i do?   southbound is heaven, the city of sin.      she says, "i'm sorry, my darling.   time stole the joy we were hiding.   i am in love and this baby is yours."      and i don't wanna live in this light.   let your darkness just cover my eyes.   and i'm trying to get myself clean,   but it's all i can do to just scream.