I'm seeing the sun come up and I still can't believe it weren't we just out at the bar we're sitting on your roof on High St. crushing vodka and cigarette butts you're not looking at me there's no cure for this and I'm going under going under you won't ever say that you won't hold his heart and you've got mine to spare but you keep us both in the dark spinning reaching out toward you spinning reaching out toward you say that I'm enough say that I'm enough say that I'm enough

















