I put on my usual
Pack a picture from my cubicle
All I can think about is you
Im still bleedin
Im still bleedin
Took the L to Union Square
Watched the pretty girls comb their hair
They turn away as I turn and stare
Im still bleedin
Im still bleedin
These thoughts of pain
Dont make a sound
They keep us hidden
In the lost and found
These colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Took a call from an old, old friend
Out of money, in jail again
I posted bail and took him in
Im still bleedin
Were both bleedin
These thoughts of pain
Dont make a sound
They keep us hidden
In the lost and found
These colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
These thoughts of pain
Theyll make a sound
To keep us hidden
In the lost and found
In these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Dont make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
These colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us
We keep with us, these fallen faces