I leave the gas on
Walk the alleys in the dark
Sleep with candles burning
I leave the door unlocked
I'm weaving a rope and
Running all the red lights
Did I get your attention
Cause I'm sending
All the signs
That the clock is ticking
And I'll be giving
My two weeks
Pick your favorite
Shade of black
You'd best
Prepare a speech
...Say something funny...
...Say something sweet...
...But don't say
That you loved me...
Bottles and pints, and shots and cans
Couches and floors, and drunk best friends
Models and whores, and tattooed hands
Cities and secrets and cats and vans
Good times, laughter bad decisions
Strippers and actors, and average musicians
Mornings after and walks of shame
The bartender knows me by my real name
“And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something i can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain turns off and your heart turns on.â€
