I'll be your morning-bright good-night shadow machine
I'll be your record player, baby, if you know what I mean
I'll be a real tough cookie with the whiskey breath
I'll be a killer and a thriller and the 'cause of our death
and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone
'cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
'cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street