I check the fridge twice, Like there would be something I hadn't seen yet. I take a side step around the trash I don’t take out. I've gotta be nice, I've gotta look like I get closure. Don't have to tell me I look older, I'm aware I'm wearing down.
I turn the heat up, Shut the kettle, and forget it. But when I run it wakes you every morning. I’m just trying stop it from disturbing you. Maybe tomorrow I won't hear its voice cutting through.
A little bit unpredictable, I think you’d like me just a little bit, But I’m so predictable.