I can't count and I can't think straightnI lost you this afternoonnNow it's raining so I think I'll sleep in latenI can't think of anything to donAnd I could say that I'm not afraidnbut you’ll find out anywaynnLittle bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip. nI was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet nJust a singing boy whose songs were worn nlike zippered scars waiting to be bornnnAll the doctors and all the medicine nInsurance men keep you alivenAll the times I should have been therenKeeping hope above your bed at nightnSo when I tell you I'm not alonenI'm just pretending someone else is homennLittle bits of cloud go on and bite your lip. nI was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquetnJust a singing boy whose songs were worn nLike zippered scars waiting to be bornnn(sorry vampire)n