You live inside of me
But that doesn't make this a love song
You took back everything
I had ever worked for
Cannot get the sink
To be empty of dishes
Dishes
I cannot get to sleep
Guess that I'll write you a stupid song
A lullaby
Can we just forget about that part
And go away
It's not that I
Think poorly of you
It's just that I can't afford
This mistake
Don't ask me, "Do you believe?"
Because I won't try
To see anything
Don't ask me, "Do you..."
"Wanna sleep, inside?"
Because I do