you're so seventeen hands on my neck and skin tight jeans i want to die with you at the end of the world you're so in between what i want and what i need i'm not sure what's good for me anymore my dreams all speak in metaphors of love and sex and fear you're always too far for me to reach and i wish you were here there are things we know and things we don't turned my ribs into a ladder to lift me out it never got me anywhere it never got me anywhere when you called me just to say "i'm drunk and i still don't love you i'm drunk and i don't want you around"
(the sun comes up and i go back to bed/turn off the tv, just watch me instead/i will make you the happiest you've ever been/newspaper's open but you aren't reading it/i am laughing lying on the bedroom floor/i'm not scared of anything anymore/we're together laying on the sheets/the summer's leaving but i was sick of it)