(Call Me) If You Need A Fool

One day I will wake up feeling old in a room that smells of memory,
don't let me dine alone that night, at the table, love, with Misery.
I left your things untouched and the dust has swallowed all,
my photographs may be half faded, but i can still recall:
the footprints that you cast into the hot, white sand;
you cut your heart with regrets and knew it wouldn't mend.
I kept my shit together and I always played it cool
but call me, baby, if you need a fool.
I hardly have the money to keep this house from disrepair
but what if you come back to find a stranger's living there?
whispering kind words to his lover on the porch where we once sat
at the start of a journey that one little spark begat
I wait for you each day near the summer twilight
I know you won't be coming back, but I still hope you might
Sadness is the messenger and fondness is his tool
said call me, baby, if you need a fool.
One day I'll wake up feeling sad in a room that still smells of you
shaken from a dream in which you felt exactly like I do
yes, I thought of running, but wherever could I go?
wishing you were closer couldn't ever make it so.
you said 'if I stay here, I know that I will wilt;
a ship in a harbour is safe, but that's not why ships are built.'
I'll swallow all this longing and I will play it cool
yet, call me baby, if you need a fool.