I got enough on my mind that when she pulls me by the hair. She hasn't much to hold onto. She keeping count on her hand. One, two, three days that I've been sleeping on my side.
Give me a second, I. I need to get my story straight. My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State. My lover, she's waiting for me just across the bar.
There are some nights I hold to every note I ever wrote. Some nights I say: "Fuck it all!" Stare at the calendar. Waiting for catastrophes, imagining they'd scare me.
Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck. Some nights I call it a draw. Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle. Some nights I wish they'd just fall off.
Well, I woke up to the sound of silence. The cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight. And I found you with a bottle of wine. Your head in the curtains and heart like the Fourth of July.
I fell in love with a wind-up souvenir. I bought it downtown as I was on my way to meet you. She sounds like the songs. You used to sing to put me to sleep.
Give me a second, I,. I need to get my story straight. My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State. . My lover he's waiting for me.