THE CREDITS How long should I stay here for you to care at all long? And I know I should go, but I know not where I still like you, just not enough to care Fine-dressed people pretending not to stare Times have gone nowhere I want to hear what you have to say I look at you and I deceive myself My small room is still dirty My young heart is still the same Now I want to stay here for you to dance alone And I know I should go, but I know not where I still like you, just not enough to care Fine-dressed people pretending not to stare Times have gone nowhere I don't feel at all Love is seasonal I like to be heard But I hate my phone Suicide away Where have you gone? Guess you never said That we'd get along And I know I should go, but I know not where I still like you, just not enough to care Fine-dressed people pretending not to stare With no time to spare And I'll do anything, just not what I'm told Still can't help myself, but I'm getting old In this city of smiles, not a hand to hold Just my sticks and stones