Last Call Testo

We have a small apartment above an off-track betting club. It❝s filled with angry losers and ripped up ticket stubs. The men all sit in plastic chairs or lean against the walls wondering if they❝ll make it to the bar before last call. They wander home at three a.m. to fall into their beds and think about the lives they❝ve lost, somewhere inside their heads.
It❝s late and you❝re not here.
Somewhere in between the lines you❝ve disappeared.
Now there❝s nothing left of you-- a tired ghost in hospital perfume. The sky's screaming in the dark, setting off the car alarms. So, take it as a warning sign or maybe just for piece of mind: When you❝re scratching at your scars, I❝ll remember who you are.
Now, the cigar smoke of an ugly man slowly ascends the stairs and it seeps into my pillowcase, and it settles in my hair. I wake up feeling nauseous because I know you are gone for good. I wish there were some way to tell you that I would help you if I could.
But I❝m not the one with the golden claw. I❝m just another circus. I live above a furnace. You❝re holding on to something worthless. Now we❝re out of time, wishing that I could have changed your mind.