You got marker on your hand Holding shoulders, I saw a policeman drive-by Heel to dirt I felt that couldn't cut my wrist And I spent hours on I'd have held myself much closer then I'd have held myself much closer then It's my party and I'll cry if I want to Hearing personal last names Never felt like I got off that train In the back of your apartment I would lay down Feel the burden of that carpet Brush my cheek and I spent hours on I'd have held myself much closer then I'd have held myself much closer then It's my party and I'll cry if I want to Hearing personal last names Calm the stutter I could lie like you have to Just enough to make you wait Pooling like the blood around my knuckles Or the lake around your parents house Or the cut along your eyelid Heavy in the way I trace my losses In the glass where I had only stood I could lapse around your offers Feigning like you don't know what to call it In the pace along your brother's eye Or the tremble in your hands now