Washington Ave Lyrics

I stumble through the street

Sir, would you be so kind as to remind me

Who it was exactly that I promised to meet?

Failing that, would you point me home?

I'm not gonna make it there on my own

The January cold makes it hard to sleep

And I make it by on body heat alone

I saved a squirrel the other day

Her head was stuck in a slurpee cup in the parking lot

She was freakin out and crying in pain

I pulled her free, but she ran away

Too afraid of me to stay

Reminded me of you and the things we have to teach

Like the truth about what's sweet and hard to reach

I feel your touch

Deep in the back of my throat, you wanna know my disgust

I wake with that old pain

Dirty fingers and hair

I don't remember my name

I feel your touch

Deep in the back of my throat, you wanna know my disgust

I wake with that old pain

Bloody fingers and hair

I think I'm feeling too much