It's stupid when it's short-lived We let the feelings rust And there's a silence, there's a dumb luck There's a blind trust And there's a train heading Toward a bed i slept in Once I can't hold on with you like this Now i'm a subway rat I'm a folded map of a hundred places And you're a staircase to a rooftop Where the wine took the edge off Yeah you're a close call, but i got no service I never do these things on purpose I can't hold on with you like this