I'm the one who is lonely now. Sick and tired of these ins and outs. I'm in between like your favorite drink. Your steam is safe or so you think. . It's kind of clever how nothing's changed.
She says no need to worry. She says no need to rush. Says that's when your head starts spinning. And that's when you talk too much. . So I found the answers.
I walked to Long Island with nothing more. Than a paper hat I found to keep me warm. Sometimes it seems you get what you need. So let's decide darling, either we heal or we bleed.