well i've been thinking about you for days
i think i heard somebody say your name
but by my second wind you had left
and i stayed
so a seconds worth of breath
it remains
i've come to expect nothing less
well i've been walking around the streets more
looking at houses - wondering which one is yours
its a weekday and you're wearing a skirt
over shorts
i'm a weekends worth of work
then i'm yours
i swear i won't be as big of a jerk
as i've been before
so i've been thinking about you for days
picturing those drawings i saw you make
or what you were reading about
when you sat on stage
but a seconds worth of breath
it remains
oh a seconds worth of breath
it remains