A Manner To Act

Baby, oh touch me like you did in the summer when I woke up just to hear
Speakers made of tin cans piercing through my window like a cool breeze on my ears
Sitting on a stoop in the yard I looked so tired, I could tell that it's early enough
Oh, it's much too far to be walking all by myself

What a manner to act like a heart attack
Because looking back, you would've worked it like this

Nine o'clock is late for the sun but the subway's only seven blocks away and we'll be there soon
We're walking to the boulevard, it never seemed as bad as any other time passing through
Keep on looking down at the pavement with hope that there's no one can hear your pocketful of keys
Oh, and pain! Feel the skin that's calloused on my feet

What a manner to act like a heart attack
Because looking back, you would've worked out like this
I got two stiches in my eyes and there are too many things
That feel like that you are talking about