I said "watch your step up here
The stairs have decomposed"
You said you still smelled tangerines
And marigolds
Part of me thinks part of you
Knows those days are gone
But parts of me are always wrong
The truth's a photograph
You don't remember posing for
A hundred versions of yourself
Whose hair you cut and clothes you sold
Whose eyes betray you
By looking just like yours
What are mornings for?
Making lists of famous dogs
From films you've seen
Are you just killing time?
Or is it killing you?
Let your jacket dry
Who needs to feel the rain
When it's this cold inside?
Hit me if you want
Just love me when you're done
You and I both know the odds
But who's your money on?
I know what you think you are
And what you're not
A feather and a bowling ball
Falling side by side
One in each unblinking eye
Can't you look me in the eyes
And let me look back for once?
A hundred versions of ourselves
Remember all the endings wrong
"Whatever happened
To those famous movie dogs?"
There's a certain kind of love
You can just start giving
There's a certain kind of love
You can take away when you want
There are certain types of prayers
That you lobby the saints for
There's a certain kind of love
That god doesn't make
There's a certain kind of love
You can just start giving
What'd you sign me up for?
There's a certain kind of love
That god doesn't make
Who's your money on?