keeping track of time at Fourth and Broadway and I've been waiting 26 years for someone to tell me that I'm not really gonna die this time and why it's only ever hard for me to change when I really want to
I couldn't call you so I was smoking cigarettes on our front porch last night and I was thinking about the night we sat in my car at the Berkeley marina and we talked each other down
calm and careful sleeping off you leaving and I've been numbering the days this one's dragging on and on and what I'm trying here to say is I'm not quite as suited to taking care of me as I try to make it seem when you're around
keeping track of time in the same place I was last night