Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to That is all that I can do You are a past dinner the last winner I'm raking all around me Until the last drop is behind you
You're so cute when you're frustrated, dear You're so cute when you're sedated, dear I'm resting
Sleep tight, grim right, we have two hundred couches Where you can sleep tight, grim right, we have two hundred couches Where you can sleep tight, grim right, we have two hundred couches Where you can sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight
You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into That is all that you can do You are a past sinner, the last winner and everything we've come to Makes you you you And you cannot safely say while I will be away That you will not consider sadly How you hurt me this free you will not reach me I am Resenting a position that is past resentment now I can consider Now there is this distance so
Sleep tight, grim right, we have two hundred couches Where you can sleep tight, grim right, we have two hundred couches Where you can sleep tight, grim right, we have two hundred couches Where you can sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight, sleep tonight
Something to say Something to do Nothing to say When there's nothing to do