Last of the Angry Young Men

I see a shape in your window
I hear a voice in your head
A hint of indiscretion
I think I've been here before

A cigarette in the ashtray
An unusual blend
I smell cologne in your bedroom
Must be a different man

I've been jilted, I've been stood up
I've been abandoned, I've been cast off
I'm the last of the angry young men
And I'm really looking forward to some sweet revenge

An empty bottle of bourbon
The glasses sit by your bed
Did someone mess up your makeup?
Did someone mess up your head?