May Intermission

this is the sort of kiss that hangs on your lips till
someone comes and wears it off
theres something too familiar about you to be something new
still i dont know what i'm gonna do

well i've been drinking all night and if you've got a light
i'll tilt my head back and keep us warm
i could burn for days but something always seems to change and
by the time i wake up i'm nothing but string

keeping something loosely tied to me, watching the scenery say
"its in your room you're supposed to stay, dont try to leave."

well i'm here with the lights on waiting for you to come rescue me