I don't like their color It's hard to remember I'll think of a sapphire That's far too expensive I'll call her high maintenance She says I'm impatient
I've seen all of her scars She shows them quite freely And when we start talking
I'll turn off the TV I'll turn off the radio I'll turn off the radio
I don't think we'll do it It's hard enough to hold her Those lackluster kisses That pitiful shoulder I can't think of anything I can't think at all
I'm glad I don't like her Because that would be trouble Such lackluster kisses Oh, that horrible shoulder I can't think of anything at all
It's six in the morning I feel like a husk, but I'm thankful she's sleeping I'm thinking of us Oh, you pitiful poor thing I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning I feel like a husk, but I'm glad that she's sleeping I'm thinking of us Oh, you pitiful poor thing I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning I'm glad that you're sleeping I'm touching your shoulder I'm watching your breathing You pitiful poor thing I think we're in trouble
It's six in the morning I'm happy you're sleeping I'm touching your shoulder I'm watching you breathe Oh, you pitiful poor thing I think we're in trouble