I sit and I squirm Try to observe each breath as it leaves me Then greet its return I squirm And I think of her sometimes So I start again I sit and I squirm Unpack the past Send it out for the weekend, hope it never comes back I squirm when I think of you sometimes So it goes... I hear a ghost! I hear a ghost I hear a ghost and see Freud On The Beach Drunk in the sun If you see me comin' you better run Oh, while poor little rich bitch bangs on her drum I come back to you in the dark I miss you when I'm soft So I gotta stay hard When I cannot stand who I am Oh my baby blue I feel glued to "it was" this evening Thought I'd lose it when I said that mantra, yeah When I'm with a woman and she blows my mind I forget you, baby, every time! ...But where are you tonight My darling? Oh, my darling, while I sit and I squirm