Letras
Nice to meet you
I am Lenny petting rabbits
Beluschi's bad habits
I'm a chain gang bandit
Wishing I could hold your hand
I do not know what I'm doing
I am Leonard Cohen crooning
I am fluent in brooding
Over rocks in my chest
I am a couch on a curb with cigarette burns
Baby in a basket, mother in an urn
Coward, runner, broken deadbolt
I am boastfully opening Al Capone's vault
I'm a daredevil in a full body cast
A quiver on the lip of an iconoclast
In reluctant dissent to admit what he has
And tell you that
I am nothing
Without you
I am nothing
Without you
Look, I am not a doctor
I read this off a teleprompter
The truth is I am an imposter
Don't believe a word that I say
It seems the needles of your voodoo
Never slip when they tattoo you
The magician couldn't fool you
Saw the tricks up my sleeve
And on the day Jane died and Jim got the cancer
Everything changed, there's no necromancers
Those were the moments old phones went unanswered
And we became the children of our unwritten chapters
Backs broken and the wounds still tender
Blissfully drafting our terms of surrender
Laughing in trenches, waving white flags
There were typos in my vows, that's my bad
But I will write a ballad on a five-string guitar for you
With a rusty blade, I will conquer any czar for you
In a mason jar, I will bottle any star for you
Just to hold you closer I would grow another arm for you
I will take a dive to pull a fossil out the tar for you
I will use my pen to hunt the men who would martyr you
Climb the tallest oak for you and I to carve a heart into
And cut my heart in two
I am nothing
Without you
I am nothing
Without you
It turns out