When we caught up with those ahead,
When we felt older we felt dead,
Cuz everything we thought we had,
Was seeming selfish,
seared and sad,
Dressed in black we smelled like thieves,
Wearing salt stains on our sleeves,
And how on earth did it get so late?
Everything I've made I hate.
But it keeps me on my toes,
I can read that pretty face,
You can bleed but you can't fake,
Try to ask me one more time,
And I won't make you a line,
I've checked in all my secret drawers,
But I've got needs within my pores,
You don't need another vice,
Let's sleep alone and meet some other night.
But it keeps me on my toes,
Yeah it keeps me on my toes.