Meet me at our bench in Rittenhouse square I'll bring a trembling hand gripping a coffee cup Dripping everywhere Blistering my fingers with the palest shade of shit Three creams, no sugars, the only way you take it ♪ You ask what this is all about "Why did you ask me to come out This early in the morning?" I humor a forewarning I'm staring at the ground ♪ Even the pigeons are cringing now I take a deep breath and muster out "I'm late in every sense of the word I'm sick and it's not stopping Something inside is growing I figured it's about time that you heard" You're staring at the ground ♪ Even the pigeons are cringing now ♪ No language to be found Even the pigeons are cringing now
I'm despondent, i'm impatient I inflict the final blow "It's okay, i'm getting rid of it I just thought that you should know" ♪ We're frozen on our bench in rittenhouse square