It's a new kind of empty, a beach town in the fall
It's new kind of silent, counting cracks in the wall
There's no one left to call
I'm locked in a jail cell
It's a quarter past three
I can make out the weather on the lobby TV
It's gonna rain this week
But I'm a pair of black eyes that just got my ass kicked in the glow of an exit sign
The cop's got some friendly advice, says
"You don't want problems with the crew that runs with those guys"
Bloodied up in a bar fight
No one's pressing charges
I should get out by ten
The bartender said I was defending a friend
Yeah, they jumped a guy I paint houses with
The cops all got questions, is there somewhere you could stay?
I wore out my welcome at mom's place in May
I don't know what she'd say
And I don't talk to my sister much
I think she's sick of my shit
She lives up in Boston now
Has a life with her husband and kid
I try not to f*ck with it
But I'm just a pair of black eyes that just got my ass kicked in the glow of an exit sign
The cop's got some friendly advice, says
"I would skip town before I ran back into those guys"
Bloodied up in a bar fight
I can't bother Mom
I can't bother Catherine
I can't breathe through my nose
I think that it might be broken
I'm mastering the art of disappearing in the middle of the night
Bloodied up in a bar fight
