I used to love like that postcard you sent
Worn out and ragged, romantic and bent
Desperate to reach you to let you know when
I'd return to pick up where I left
I used to give away portions of me
Hand them to strangers I'd pass on the street
And I still remember how broken I'd be
When they wouldn't give themselves back to me
I met a woman whose head was on fire
I embraced her too tightly and quickly expired
Well, you know that she warned me if you get too close you'll get lit
So I crossed my heart and jumped off the cliff
I'm probably wrong, but I feel like I've changed
The blood in my sink's just an oral mistake
When our skins sting with day-glo I won't be afraid
To say, "You're alright. I'm alright. We're okay."
Arby, I love you like Jesus loves wine
I won't die without you. I won't be divine
And your toes, yea, your fingers, the function just fine
But they feel awfully holy in mine