A Manner To Act

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