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Baby, I know you hate it when I call you that |
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But it's the only word that half-describes the way you're acting tonight |
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And at the restaurant |
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Where all your ghosts still haunt you just like you feared |
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Under this table, all these years they stayed |
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Waiting for your return |
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Your cigarette to burn their whole world through |
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A thousand things you thought they'd do |
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Everytime you call I feel worse |
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Throwing chairs |
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Stolen rings |
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Frozen air |
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And as I walked away I heard you say |
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"You're not the only one" |
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And as I watch you sleep it's hard for me |
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To keep from waking you |
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To tell you everything I did |
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And when I listen to you breathe I know exactly what you have always need |
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You wanted from me |
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And every time you're here it gets worse |
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Throwing chairs |
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Stolen hearts |
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Tasteless air |
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I waited all day at the cafe but you never came |
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But you never came |
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But you never came |
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And the hearts of the faithful who died on this table |
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Have left me with nothing at all to hold onto |
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At all to hold on |
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At all to hold on |
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But I want to hold on too |
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But I have got to hold on to you |
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Throwing chairs |
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Broken rings |
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Open air |
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I waited all day at the cafe but you never came |
