I'm Thinking Of A Number

And I will find you

It's crowded in the club tonight

Wrapped in a coat and sweater

Stand beneath the broken light

And I'm gonna find you

Find you like some beautiful poem

And you're gonna like it

Just wait till we

Get home

But you will miss me

When I have nowhere else to go

I'm standing on the outside

Smoking on the patio

But I want to say this

Say it so it won't go away

Set like stains on my jacket

Gravy from Christmas day

But I won't tell you

That love is a variable thing

Like this stain on your ass that

I noticed when you walked away from me

Meet me near the the toilet

Meet up later on the street

Your back against the stage door

My head below your feet

Oh please don't you tire of me

I know that you've waited so long

We can hold one another

Till the other is gone

And I'm gonna find you

Find you like some beautiful poem