Berkeley's Breathing - Emily Kinney

You know that I haven’t gone to bed yet

Just call me up, I’m a sure bet

Berkeley’s been breathing since first time we met

I’m wide awake, I’m a sure bet

Backseats and salt stings, the air crisp and breezy

Card key hotel room, boy, I’m just that easy

Oh, you know that I haven’t gone to bed yet

Just call me up, I’m a sure bet

If you want in, there’s no need for a knock

We keep our doors at night unlocked

Tip-tap the glass, cigarette or small talk

I’m wide awake, my door’s unlocked

Rain poured, my heart tore, but you didn’t mind much

A red face from hot days and built-up lust blood rush

Oh, if you want in, there’s no need for a knock

We keep our doors at night unlocked

Lesson, lesson learned

You’ll just sit, my fingertips get burned

Open flame, windowsill all night long

Take what’s left of my best unfinished song

My unfinished song

Song, my song

You know that I haven’t gone to bed yet

Just call me up, I’m a sure bet

Berkeley’s been breathing since first time we met

I’m wide awake, I’m your best bet