Lyrics

I can't count and I can't think straight I lost you this afternoon Now it's raining so I think I'll sleep in late I can't think of anything to do And I could say that I'm not afraid But you'll find out anyway Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet Just a singing boy whose songs were worn Like zippered scars waiting to be born All the doctors and all the medicine Insurance men keep you alive All the times I should have been there Keeping hope above your bed at night So when I tell you I'm not alone I'm just pretending someone else is home Little bits of cloud go on and bite your lip I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet Just a singing boy whose songs were worn Like zippered scars waiting to be born (sorry vampire)