Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place

I'll never make it through, so I'll make a deal with you

Let me drink your wine and waste your time

And whatever I've got, I'll give to you

We've just got to wait 'til spring and see what all it brings

I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else

We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend not to care

If we can conquer Bleeker Street, I know we'll land right on our fucking feet

And we're just walking home through an empty lot

We'll take the world on

Yeah, the year I've had, I think it's worth a shot

Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place

We'll never make it through so I'll make a deal with you

Let me drink your wine and waste your time

And whatever I've got, I'll give to you

We've just got to wait 'til spring and see what all it brings

I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else

We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend we don't care

If we can conquer Bleeker Street, I know we'll land right on our fucking feet

And we're just walking home through an empty lot

And we'll take the world on

Yeah, the year I've had, I think it's worth a shot

I'm writing over days better left forgot

And navigating ways through a twisted plot

And we're just walking home through an empty lot

And we're just walking home through an empty lot

And we're just walking home through an empty lot

And we're just walking home through an empty lot