| In the small place when I’m feeling up to it |
| When I’m not choking up, not completely fucking it |
| Maybe it’s best not to know what’s next? |
| When the cheap retreat from the August breeze |
| Could blow me off my feet |
| Don’t call it a keepsake |
| When none of us are brave |
| Goddamn I’d like to spend some time |
| A bigger slice of you in my selfish life |
| I know there’s years |
| Don’t count them up |
| There is nothing but this selfish love |
| That matters, that matters much |
| I watched all the lines around your beautiful eyes |
| Getting deep with laugh marks and smile lines |
| 'Cause this is more than I deserve |
| I can’t love myself so I’ll love you enough |
| To try and find some worth |
| Don’t call it a keepsake |
| When none of us are brave |
| Goddamn I’d like to spend some time |
| A bigger slice of you in my selfish life |
| I know there’s years |
| Don’t count them up |
| There is nothing but this selfish love |
| That matters, that matters much |
| Don’t call it a keepsake |
| When none of us are brave |
| Just hold me for my sake |
| Goddamn I’d like to spend some time |
| A bigger slice of you in my selfish life |
| I know there’s years |
| Don’t count them up |
| There is nothing but this selfish love |
| That matters, that matters much |