watching the hands swing by,
there’s nothin left to cry
about.

and i’m burning my cigarettes into my arm
i’m watchin them do no harm
to me.

because i have you.
and i have everything you do.


i don’t have to be sad anymore.
my thoughts are not comprised of the same things like before.


and the walls grow vintage
and it’s still in fashion.
i count the minutes
with a passion.




because i have you.
and i have everything you do.