I caught you sleepin' on a sunset bench you know the one that kinda looks like shit broken fingers and a bloody chest I don't think you'll remember this and then I saw you on the boulevard tryna sell me someone's credit card hangin' out with the avenues comin' down with nothin' to use and I know, you're getting cold and I know, you're getting cold quick stop at the liquor store you buy a beer and I'll get 30 more and yes sir, I'm really 24 fuck that lets just run for the door passed out and you're seein' stars waking up in someone else's car face down in the spirit ditch you broke your neck but you legs still twitch and I know, you're getting cold and I know, you're getting cold