I'm barely standing up, anchoring myself against the wall and what I drank to ease my nervous mouth is threatening to throw me around. And this is where you kiss me, at a party in a house with no heat, in a kitchen with no steady light, the flickering florescent putting up a fight. So we made the decision that we need to leave this party and flee to freeze our bodies in the street.
I'm trying to keep you close. I feel to shiver through your thin clothes. And we are skin and bones, stumbling downtown through the city you've been calling home. I need time, I want warmth, I think we wanna drink a little more. I'm getting tired of the way I'm waiting, just say let's go anywhere that we can be alone.
It's such an obvious lie when after all of this time you finally decide you think we oughta head home.
You call me excited and true, we show promise then two weeks later we're through. But I refuse to be terrified and I refuse to let the fire die and I refuse to question any motive that I can't find. I need to know just how you feel and if I'm on your mind.