I can't count and I can't think straight   I lost you this afternoon   Now it's raining so I think I'll sleep in late   I can't think of anything to do      And I could say I'm not afraid   But you?ll find out anyway      Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip   I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet   Just a singing boy whose songs were worn   Like zippered scars waiting to be born   Waiting to be born, waiting to be      All the doctors and all the medicine   Insurance men keep you alive   All the times I should have been there   Keeping hope above your bed at night      So when I tell you I'm not alone   I'm just pretending someone else is home      Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip   I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet   Just a singing boy whose songs were worn   Like zippered scars waiting to be born   Waiting to be born, waiting to be born   Waiting to be born, waiting to be born      Sorry vampire