baby don't touch me like you did in the summer when i woke up just to hear speakers made of tin cans piercing through my window like a cold breeze on my ears sitting on a stoop in the autumn look so tired, i could tell that it's under your nose oh it's much too far to be walking all night myself would it matter to act like a heart attack? because looking back, it would have worked out like this nine o'clock is late for the sun but the subway's only seven blocks away and i'll be there soon but walking through the boulevard it never seemed as bad as any other time passing through keep on looking down at the paper with hope, addressed: no one can hear your pocket full of keys oh and pain, feel the skin that's calloused on my feet would it matter to act like a heart attack? because looking back, it would have worked out like this i got your sisters in my eyes and there are too many things that I feel like no one's talking about