When I wash my hands after thinking of you
Now I check the soap scent that people choose
You're the mug on my table
You're the knot in my shoe
You're the useless comb
This man will find a use
All this object expression gives me something to lose
Every day I get older
It feels harder to do
Am I singing to love or am I singing to you
Am I singing to love
What's the difference
And I shake at the thought
That I should starve for your love
Is that shirt green you know I can't see color
Won't you have a seat and enjoy a cruller
When I see your face
My thoughts all thunder
You fill me up, orzo, chicken, and butter
Hold my hand, I'm slipping under
When you found me
Headfirst in the gutter
Am I singing to love or am I singing to
Ah, f*ck
And I shake at the thought
That I should starve for your love
Ooh