I cling to indifference, you to your worst memory Dark winter morning you honk your car horn at me And I will grow out of all the empty bottles in my closet And you'll quit having dreams about a swan dive to the hard asphalt Ooh, ooh...
Won't you sleep with me every night for a week Won't you just let me pretend this is the love I need And I will grow out of all the empty words I often speak And you will be depleted, but much better off without me Ooh, ooh...
You hold on to the past, you make yourself miserable And I'm ruled by seasons and sadness that's inexplicable And we will find a way to be lonely any chance we get And I'll keep having dreams about loveless marriage and regret Ooh, ooh...
