this is the sort of kiss that hangs on your lips tillsomeone comes and wears it offtheres something too familiar about you to be something newstill i dont know what i’m gonna dowell i’ve been drinking all night and if you’ve got a lighti’ll tilt my head back and keep us warmi could burn for days but something always seems to change andby the time i wake up i’m nothing but stringkeeping something loosely tied to me, watching the scenery say »its in your room you’re supposed to stay, dont try to leave. »well i’m here with the lights on waiting for you to come rescue me