Knock on my phone and since
I'm powerless to stop you, I let you in.
The blood spattered coffee stains under my eyes,
Tell you i've been up all night again.
You call me back, even though
this is not the same place, same time, same friends
You take my hand and call me back to november again.
Grant me the quest for greatness,
The quest for love,
And the soul to know the difference.
Sit here,
remember why love and lust are different.
And I'll lose you, the way I do
A hundred times a day
A memory comes back
I feel you slip away