vague sound of rain pierces through my song again
but I get distracted by the way his toes move when he plays
so I let it burn

I just poured my heart out, there’s bits of it on the floor
and I take what’s left of it and rinse it under cold water
and call him up for more

and I say, “baby, yes, I feel stupid to call you but I’m lonely, and I don’t think you meant it when you said you couldn’t love me, and I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you’d feel it too.”

he grabs my wrists as my fingers turn into angry fists
and I whisper, “why can’t you love me, I’ll change for you, I’ll play the part”

and I say, “baby, so I feel stupid to call you but I’m lonely, and I don’t think you meant it when you said you couldn’t love me, and I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you’d feel it too.”