The countertop is cold
Like the tree from which it rose
Elbows lean against the wood
As kisses and tabs close
Darling oh, I guarantee
That my love is valid
But the weight that you've been carrying
Is nothing short of tragic
I can fill up all my days
With the laziest distractions
The prettiest girls without no names
The vices no different than the shame
And oh i grow cold
As i spread apart my toes
And try to grip the ground
As my shoulders implode
Wake up with my glasses on
And hell to pay again
The walls and windows call me out
And say the floors a friend
My stomach says to eat
But my heart's too weak to cook
This coward's luck I lean on
Has got me feeling like a crook
I'll sit upon my hands
As i look for love
Assume that one day all of this
Will undoubtedly dissolve
And oh i grow cold
As i spread apart my toes
And try to grip the ground
As my shoulders implode