August spent your basement apartment, I fell through your floor, cradle and all, I fell through your floor. And I can't spill through your fists until my hands are solid white, my lungs are buckled tight together. My sliding drawl is like a cannonball, I'll slur myself to sleep outside your door. There's a ghost way up the Northeast coast and it'll break your heart harder than I could ever. And that ghost claws at my arms, it makes me do wrong, it makes me do wrong, and it pushes you down and rattles the walls and it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry. So even though it's cold and it breaks apart your bones, it's floating urgently outside your door. When you spoke, when you speak broken on your knees. I'm a joke, I'm asleep please please please please please. I'll be on my feet if you want me, I'll be on my feet if you need, I'll be on my feet if you want me to be.