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 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 Ooh, ooh Ooh, 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 Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh