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Itâs nearly eleven thirty and at this point we are sharing a bus seat across the city. Unlike you, sheâs shy and sweet, and for the first time, all I can think of are all the things that I donât need. I donât need you and I donât need sleep. For much of the ride she pries into why I keep others at an armâs length I explain Iâve learned having burned itâs best to keep the flames at bay. She says she understands, extending her hand, suggests âit helps if you start smallâ. I take a deep breath and one small step toward letting my defenses fall. And to think of all the wasted time Iâd spent paralyzed, too terrified to let anybody else in. When weâre side by side, Iâm that much more brave, and itâs been a while since Iâd felt so safe. I donât know the time, but I know itâs late, and Iâm so awake that at this rate I could be up for days. Itâs getting early into the morning when we both agree itâs too late to leave. We kick off my shoes to rest our feet, and itâs just as well since Iâm in too deep To make the walk home in quiet defeat and remember you as I fall asleep. (I donât need you and I donât needâ¦) And now itâs quarter of three, and at this point we are burned out and stretched out across her love-seat. With her hair grazing my cheek for the first time, all I can think of are all the things that I donât need. I donât need you and I donât need sleep.