Your Needs, My Needs (Live From Fenway Park)

Oh, well, who was I
Who was I to watch you wilt?
You ain't gotta tell me what it means
To trace the outlines of your dreams
You'll always be a flower on my skin
And the pain that I am in

Mm
It's all the same
The losing touch, the waiting game
Cross that county line
I promise to be there this time
If that's alright

You were a work of art
That's the hardest part

Howlin' like dogs at the light of the moon
Holdin' our breath after 132
You asked me why I wasn't sayin' a word
I'm naming the stars in the sky after you

You were a work of art
That's the hardest part

To spiral out, to try and float
To see a friend, to see a ghost
Oh, bitter-brained, always drunk
Rail-thin, Zoloft

Subtle change, shorter days
Dead-eyed, dead weight
Your life, your dreams
And your mind, and your needs
And my needs

Spiral out, try and float
You see a friend, you see a ghost
You see a ghost, you see a ghost
To see a ghost