His talking keeps me up at night
and shaking the bed
resistance is so much more work
more complicated
I know the security guard
I've seen him before
he smokes on the stairs by the blues
doesn't lock his door
I need to be shaken awake
I'll sleep through the day
he's subtle with nothing to fake
he might be okay
I can still smell the smoke in my clothes
on the floor cold and damp
choke on the tears and smother the flames
I woke up and saw you had left
don't know where you went
asleep in the back seat dream
that would never end
I can still hear you breathing at home
and every sound you'd confess
a quiet cough, catching a cold
thinking you'd found it
a cough, a connection
I'd end up in pieces
a broken collection
come on, come on,
I'm out of suggestions
pressed up against him
can't get any closer
and somewhere you lost him
he's flipping it over
you've got half an hour
and then it gets colder
I can still smell the smoke in the clothes
on the floor cold and damp
choke on your tears
smother the flames
just answer the man
just answer the man
just answer the man
just answer the man