The Long Face

There are police sirens in my head that sound like mad babies crying
It's the long face
When my emotions rain the boss of the city is the cabdriver
Running up to my face and into my arms
Shared only some of it, give away most of it
When I feel this way therefore I am
It's you, it's me, walking down that street
I wish I could see my own funeral to regret being dead
Baby don't leave
I want the attention