baby don't touch me like you did in the summer
when i woke up just to hear
speakers made of tin cans piercing through my window
like a cold breeze on my ears
sitting on a stoop in the autumn
look so tired, i could tell that it's under your nose
oh it's much too far to be walking all night myself
would it matter to act like a heart attack?
because looking back, it would have worked out like this
nine o'clock is late for the sun
but the subway's only seven blocks away
and i'll be there soon
but walking through the boulevard
it never seemed as bad as any other time passing through
keep on looking down at the paper with hope, addressed:
no one can hear your pocket full of keys
oh and pain, feel the skin that's calloused on my feet
would it matter to act like a heart attack?
because looking back, it would have worked out like this
i got your sisters in my eyes
and there are too many things that I feel like no one's talking about
