Whose sweat is this?

Is it mine, or yours, or mixed?

Shaky heart inside my wrist

Putting color on your lips

And some manic fit

And a burning in my thighs

When I tried to bike upstate

To see my dog before she died

And there's beer in my eyes

For the pressure in my chest

And the panic in my veins

And the apple in my neck

But you say I'm

Not just a call at 3 a.m. to you

And you're not one to me

You said, "I'm always here for you"

You say, "The world is fucking mean"

Seems like everyone I know

Is scared of losing one another

I'm scared to death of scaring everyone away

I wanna take how mad I get

And make it into something good

Then take that good thing down and hold it

When I need to feel okay

And you say I'm

Not just a call at 3 a.m. to you

And you're not one to me

I said, "I'm always here for you"

You say, "The world is fucking mean"

And you are scared

You are beautiful

Though sometimes you forget

So I will crawl into your bed

And pull your spine into my chest

I'm not just a call at 3 a.m.

I'm not just a call at 3 a.m., at 3 a.m.

I'm not just a call at 3 a.m., at 3 a.m., at 3 a.m., at 3 a.m., at 3 a.m., at 3 a.m.