I'm counting out dollars while I limp to your brownstone
I can just barely cover what I need to get back home
I know we're allowed indiscretions in our lives
But I've been making mine count every night for a while

I keep deleting your number and name from my cell phone
But I call every day; that's as far as my act goes
What you have helps me turn down the noise that I make
But when it stops it just pokes me and keeps me awake

My friends always warned about living clichés
But my friends aren't there when I meet you these days
I count people and street signs from the back of your car
And then skip back excited to wherever they are

I take risks in the stall while they talk by the bar
I won't go back outside 'til my memory starts
Erasing itself into something less brutal
Some beautiful bullshit I pretend to belong to

So, as long as the truth tucks itself into bed
And the beat of my heart and the heat of my breath
Keep me hopeful and distant and proud of myself
I'll keep ringing your bell every night around twelve