Cat Calls & Ill Means - Minus The Bear

there is no memory of you

with the day on your face

just late night, bar light

a street lamp, a moonlit bedside

does that feel right?

falling apart before sunrise

as if we’re afraid that

the sun on our skin will start fires

we don’t care

we don’t seem to care

each of these nights

seem to connect

when we connect

listen to sirens cry

not finding their crime scenes

and the loose crooks outside

their cat calls and ill means

some kinks are never meant to be worked out

the more that you feel them

the more you need their doubt

we don’t care

we don’t seem to care

each of these nights

seem to connect

when we connect