| Whenever you decide to let go
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| Call me, let me know
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| I’ll hold you while you break
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| It’s been 20 days and 13 hours
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| Since we declared that our
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| Love was up for trade
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| I woke up
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| Sunday sad
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| Went through it all
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| The things we said
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| And settled
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| Dragged my feet
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| Cross Chinatown
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| Thought I saw it was
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| I need to tell you
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| I guess that we’ll never, have coffee to catch up
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| But sometimes I dial your, number and hang up
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| Just to pretend you’re there
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| Tomorrow I might leave, yeah I might go
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| To Spain or Mexico
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| If I only took the time
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| I expect you not to come but to be there
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| As the ghost of all I fear
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| Since you’re no longer mine
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| I get drunk
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| Barely out of bed
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| Have conversations
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| In my head
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| Some with you
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| But its all talk
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| I’ll never leave
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| I’m bound to stay
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| This town’s my only tissue
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| So if I start crying, it’s just cause I’m tired
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| I have pills for my sleeping, but I haven’t tried them
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| I’d rather pretend you’re here
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| My pal Joey with Reed and Frank
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| They’re part of the spirit, when my head goes blank
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| The couch and the TV and the bathroom sink
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| The kitchen walls, are dead I think
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| I remind myself, that it’s cleaner now
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| That every inch, round hair is mine
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| And that sooner or later, I’ll breath somehow
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| I guess that we’ll never, have coffee to catch up
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| But sometimes I dial your, number and hang up |