Can't Let You In

So now I'm lying on my bed,
Hopin' and wishing I were dead,
Just because of what you said.

I can't let you in,
My minds full of sin,
Our loves full of doubt,
So I've locked you out.

I'm still drinkin' gin,
Your still on the violin,
I'm still creatin' sin,
This is the way it's always bin.