bandages on your fingertips
cigarette residue on your lips
it tastes like it's two in the morning
and maybe when i say goodnight
we can all stop pretending

so let's not watch the clock now dear
there's so much out in the air to hear
and tonight we can freeze together
and maybe when i say goodbye
god will pluck out his feathers

i've got pills that look like pebbles
i've got hands that look like fire
i've got pictures of every worry we ever had
and it's all right to look at them
every once in a while

but tonight when i say goodnight
i'm going to stop pretending