Bandages #1/Check My Pulse

We're in my room we're listening to Townes Van Zandt

Time passes, I'm more lonely now than I was then

And what have I to show for it?

And what have I to show for it?

I'm in my room I'm listening to High Violet

These years have passed but what have I to show for it?

These battle scars, these bandages

These battle scars, these bandages

Check My Pulse:

Excuse me sir could you check my pulse?

I could swear I was breathing a few hours ago

Nothing is set in stone, that's what they tell me

But I need to know what I'm up against, I need to know what I'm supposed to be

But I'm so skeptical of your information

I'm so scared that, I'm so scared that

People will try to change for me the way you wanted me to change for you

I'm so skeptical of your motivation

I'm so scared that, I'm so scared that

People will want to change for me the way you tried to make me change for you

Well the healing powers of rock n' roll

Only last as long as the long ride home

Girl I see there's some life in you yet

Could you save some for me?

You might learn to act surprised if I could learn to act naturally

But I'm so skeptical of your information

I'm so scared that, I’m so scared that

People will try to change for me the way you wanted me to change for you

I'm so skeptical of your motivation

I'm so scared that, I’m so scared that

People will want to change for me the way you tried to make me change for you

(Things fall apart, so readily, would you lend me your hand, so I can see? Things fall apart, so readily, would you lend me your hand, so I can see what you see in me?)