Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place.
I'll never make it through so i'll make a deal with you -
Let me drink you wine and waste your time and whatever i've got i'll give to you.


We've just got to wait 'til spring and see what all it brings.
I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else.

We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend not to care.
If we can conquer bleeker street i know we'll land right on our f**king feet.


We're just walking home through an empty lot.
We'll take the world on - the year that i've had think it's worth a shot.


I'm writing over days better left forgot
And navigating ways through a twisted plot.
And we're just walking home through and empty lot.