Make This Count

Where do you really want to be
when you're sitting next to me,
in your bedroom of all places?
She's one of a thousand faces,
she is all of your favorite times,
your best, your least favorite lie.
And oh, pins and needles weren't for stabbing
but only stitching.

She is the east side.
Everything and everyone coincides
and she is no excuse.
All your choice memories all were disasters.
Come and see what we can do to you.

Here's to the silence,
just like a funeral.
All your eulogies are
screaming like a radio.
Between calling bluffs and calling you out,
is singing between sheets enough to make this count?

She's felt how you talk to her friends;
more than heard, but never said,
but I guess you're all at your best.
So you'd promised him that you'd try.
How is she supposed to fly with your feet on her wings?

Here's to the silence,
just like a funeral.
All your eulogies are
screaming like a radio.
Between calling bluffs and calling you out,
is singing between sheets enough to make this count?

Here's to the silence,
just like a funeral.
All your eulogies are
screaming like a radio.
Between calling bluffs and calling you out,
is singing between sheets enough to make this count?