Would you prefer if I removed uh...
you wanna look at the bottom?
My shoes are clean, girl,
on your living room floor
Listenin' to some records
in between a coma and an erection
Starin' at the skin on your
and you're as sober as Jehovah
If she was here on your sofa,
with a beer on the coaster
that my game was way overplayed
I love the way you taste like yogurt
and some corporate cigarettes
Some will go and trade their
just as long as there's a whore to pay
But some of us already spent the rent,
Until there isn't no more today
so I'm looking at your carpet like
I know where I'ma park tonight
the spins are gonna visit me
They rolling thick like they
and direct it like a symphony
don't understand your sensitivity
Let's talk about a pretty
I'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man
Still following my kid beliefs
I know it isn't really your responsibility
So we'll be straight once I
I can't find my shoes, girl
Here I am, naked on your bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell asleep
that this date was hella cheap
tryin' to keep the liquor down
Lights, thoughts, and sounds,
Sick bound, the whole room twists around
assume the position to drown
Here it comes, whiskey outbounces
And I'm sorry I found it funny
When you tripped over my shoes
Didn't know that you would
Didn't think that you would shout
and get so loud, get so wound
but I'm more than a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the shoes,
you keep them, I'm getting out