Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place
I'll never make it through so I'll make a deal with you
Let me drink your wine and waste your time
And whatever I've got, I'll give to you
We've just got to wait until Spring and see what all it brings
I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else
We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend not to care
If we can conquer Bleeker Street, I know we'll land right on our fucking feet
We're just walking home through an empty lot
We'll take the world on
Yeah, the year I've had, I think it's worth a shot
Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place
I'll never make it through so I'll make a deal with you
Let me drink your wine and waste your time
And whatever I've got, I'll give to you
We've just got to wait until Spring and see what all it brings
I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else
We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend we don't care
If we can conquer Bleeker Street, I know we'll land right on our fucking feet
We're just walking home through an empty lot
And we'll take the world on
Yeah, the year I've had, I think it's worth a shot
I'm writing over days better left forgot
And navigating ways through a twisted plot
And we're just walking home through an empty lot
And we're just walking home through an empty lot
And we're just walking home through an empty lot
And we're just walking home through an empty lot