Come on, let's celebrate tomorrow
After all, it's only 3 AM
We're caffeinated so we're born to run
Kellie says, "Baby, I must be lonely"
Now she’s on with a song, and now my phone's going crazy
On the horn and the ambulance takes her away

And it's some kind of schadenfreude
Since I'm pointing and laughing

Well come on now
If you're bleeding
Then you can't forget this feeling
She’s a saint but she’s swinging away
At the altar where she’s kneeling
Well come on now
If you’re breathing
Then you can’t forget this feeling

Two hours later in a sterile room
Now I’m pacing to the pace of her gloom
Kellie's sedated, now I'm aggravated
"Can you tell me, was it benzedrine?"
Now he's wrong and he's thrown by the contusions on her backside
I'm alone as Jenny leaves to flush out the stash

And she looks like a debutante
Judging by the scratches on her neck

Well come on now
If you're bleeding
Then you can't forget this feeling
She’s a saint but she’s swinging away
At the altar where she’s kneeling
Well come on now
If you’re breathing
Then you can’t forget this feeling

I need to drown out the hospital woes
So it's "So Down On" on the stereo
Kellie said she wanna get upstate
But she got to New Haven a bit too late
Now she's alone with a moan and takes a moment to collect herself
"Am I alive or am I Memorex?"

And she burns like a cigarette
Judging by the ashes on my lips

Well come on now
If you're bleeding
Then you can't forget this feeling
She’s a saint but she’s swinging away
At the altar where she’s kneeling
Well come on now
If you’re breathing
Then you can’t forget this feeling