I'm counting out dollars While I limp to your brownstone I can just barely cover What I need to get back home And I know we're allowed Indiscretion in our lives But I've been making my count Every night for a while.
I keep deleting your number And name from my cell phone but I call every day That's as far as my act goes But you have helped my turn down The noise that I make But when it stops it just pokes me and keeps me awake
My friends always warned about living cliches But my friends aren't there When I meet you these days I count people and street signs from the back of your car And then skip back excited to where ever they are
I take risks in the storm While they talk by the bar I won't go back outside until my memory starts Erasing itself into something less brutal Some beautiful bullshit I used to belong to
For as long as the truth tucks itself into bed And the beat of my heart And the heat of my breath Keep my hopeful and distant and proud of myself I'll keep ringing your bell every night around twelveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
