Lletres: Conor Oberst. Other. Breakfast In Bed.

If you take a step, I will make you sure that you take the next
If you tell a lie, I'll just nod my head, yeah, I'll let it slide
Cause you woke me up, and there's birds outside, and I still feel drunk
But I'm glad you did, cause last night you weren't making that much sense.

You said you wanna die, now you say you wanna live
You said you loved me after fourty five minutes
If this is all a game can you just say it is?
I'll do it anyway, so it makes no difference

We should order up, wash the wine out of the coffee cup
They got bread and fruit, there's probably not much else for you.
We can lay around, you can kiss me til the maids come kick us out.

It's eleven now so make every second count
But back in New York they can't ever find this out
There are things we do, that we're really not allowed
We can say anything, but we just can't say it loud.

I hope you always find someone to take you home
To put you into bed, kiss your cheek, and check your pulse
Make sure you're still breathing, with their hand up to your nose
I wish that could be me, but it's just not possible.