I can't help that me met
and I can't help
not going anywhere yet
I'll bet
that when the clouds pass
and I am laying
open wide

you'll quit your late nights
drinking
and being afraid

I'll bet that when I can work the courage
to say what I really
am thinking

you'll stop shuttering
and holding on to everyone you meet

the city honks
and flashes
the nights
are just as cold
as the stares on the street

sentences form themselves
in everybody's heads
but you
you struggle to think