second street Lyrics

You twist my words like some old poet

Making me feel like what I did wasn't right

Now you steal my lungs, a cunning schemer

Whatever is the cure to your sleepless nights

Now you're talking to the spirits in the hallway

They tell you you're too young to be alone

And you'll seek out any comfort you can gather

Just to keep your skin and blood, to keep your bones

The dead don't listen to their eulogies

The fools don't know what they don't believe

You got locked out and you lost your keys

To the dry cleaner on Second Street

And you waited out all night to get

The sweater that you swore you kept

Under all the books and clothes I left

It's your only piece of me

You tell your tales like you're a martyr

Making it seem like I committed a crime

Across the street, your shoes hit cobble

Before you stole a glance I stumbled by

Whispers in a room with scarlet light

They flicker through the air with a glow

Extinguished one by one until the darkness

Left you wanting just a little bit of hope

The dead don't listen to their eulogies

The fools don't know what they don't believe

You got locked out and you lost your keys

To the dry cleaner on Second Street

And you waited out all night to get

The sweater that you swore you kept

Under all the books and clothes I left

It's your only piece of me

I, I'm wondering why

You told them lies

You told them lies

I, I'm wondering why

They took your side

They took your side

The dead don't listen to their eulogies

The fools don't know what they don't believe

You got locked out and you lost your keys

To the dry cleaner on Second Street

And you waited out all night to get

The sweater that you swore you kept

Under all the books and clothes I left

It's your only piece of me