I'm a little down this time of year. Suppose I could stand up and face my fears but I'll just bleed out right here on the floor instead. In my head all I wanna do is move up to the big city, but you won;t wait up for me. All I see is a little place on Orange Street just you and me. This is the last time I'll feel like nothing because I am something. Tonight I've got my fingers crossed that you'll be coming home. I despise how I can't hold a candle to his eyes. I've held back for too long. I've built up from the bottom twice before. Wooster square in the summer. I'd take you there in a heart beat. I'll pick you up at eight. I've got a car seat with your name on it, I hope your down with it. This is the last time I'll feel like nothing because I am something.