Threes

Eliza's in the elevator, finding words that rhyme with sunny

I think it's funny how she just leaves funny out

And me, I'm on my way downstairs,

Gonna gaze and wander aimlessly

I'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all about

How I wish it would rain tonight

I'd find a good excuse to stay inside

And watch those props come tumbling through the air

'Cause it's been the worst year of my life

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die

So could you please, could you please, could you please

Grow out your hair?

William plays harmonica and guitar

On the side of the sidewalk

I'd love to stay and steal his melody

'Cause he hasn't got a care in the world

Not an answer to post

No one cares about his voice

Sometimes I wish that nobody loved me

And now I wish I could stab my throat

Well there goes your wife, your car, your home

There goes the life I've convinced myself I wanna own

And Becca you could come back to my clothes

The only note I'll hold is the ones you fold

Could you please, could you please, could you please

Grow out your hair?

Grow it dark and long like the winter

With no split ends, split ends are like friends

I don't need them

Well see I've got this friend

He's friends with a crippled man

And I know what I came for, I'll let you know

And it's not too much for you to ask me to grow

My life is just like religion I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh,

alright

Well they say all bad things come in threes

Well the last year has made the last three look so easy

You were supposed to keep the disease between you and me

So bandage up your wrists,

throw away your prescriptions

And baby come back for me, yeah

Anita wakes to get ready for a day

She'll never regret

Their love is what has kept me on my feet