Said she's seen the world from her sofa
A million times, but like mine, she's never known of
Love, love
Told her I got nothin' to offer you
But this all-consuming affection I
Feel for
She smiled, It's okay
Just afraid of the day
When you're gone and I'm so far away
And forget who I am
And I can't call to say that I'm fine or confined
But decline to be saved
And I love you
Said, baby, I don't know that I won't
I'll be home with Bukowski,
Shitfaced by the phone