monkey in the corner, staring at me so, look, i just love you far too much, too much to ever let you go. i've wrestled larger things than these, i'm fixated on winning - yours, mine, and otherwise, it'll all be a wash in the morning love, the morning love it's all a wash, wring it out. in the morning love, the morning it's a wash, start again in the morning i'll be waiting and you'll probably be gone, still i'll make banana pancakes and i'll hum what i thought was our song, and do you even like those things? i guess i never asked you, i just assumed like all the rest they'd be your favorite fruit.