Lost Weekend

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam And double pneumonia in a single room And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along with you? This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep With ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart's pen With which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo Upon my palm, 'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand You see, I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it Drop me and I'll fall to pieces so easily I was a king bee with a head full of attitude Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain And my aim was to taboo, you Could we meet in the marketplace Did I ever, hey please, did you wound my knees? You see, I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it Drop me and I'll fall to pieces, yes Yeah, easy, there's nobody else to blame I hang my head in a crying shame (shame) There's nobody else to blame Nobody else except my sweet self, oh It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along, oh I was a king bee with a head full of attitude An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm You wrote upon me when you took my hand You see, I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it Drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily Too easily Too easily --- Lost Weekend - Lloyd Cole and the Commotions