10.08.22 Songtext
von Hudson Freeman

When we′re old, I know the things we talk about will change. You'll still be Soph, and punctuate your statements with your laugh.
We′ll still be scared, the days will march like always to their ends. We'll lose our hair and all that's well will find ends in themselves

I wont know a-ny-one else, not anyone but you. Counting me, sometimes, not anyone but you or anything else.

Right now, we′re broke and everything is measured in it′s lack. We eat our smoke, and drink up tea till everything feels fake. I still get scared, the things you think about me are still true. You don't seem to care, so I just try my best to do that too.

I don′t know an-y-one else, not anyone but you. Counting me, sometimes, not anyone but you

Counting me, sometimes.
Not anyone else.
Counting me, sometimes.
I don't know anyone else.