First thing in the morning
Of course, you put on that U.M. sweater
Just like you always do
Tears drip from a faucet
And Dexter play on that television
Just like it always do
You put the volume on the lowest for the neighbors down below
But I'm stuck in place, eyes wide, glued to you
Walk away, outgrow you, then how am I to know you
I'm the closest here that I've been to you
'Cause you keep my head in a jar
Here on your night stand, I'll spend my life left
With my head in a jar
If it's the shelf or gone, then 'least, I'll be something to you
A mind's a prison
Nobody, don't got nobody, strictly homebody
I try my best not to trip
But these walls are paper thin
Every now and then, I hear voices in the wind
Wooden floors creak, the death of what could've been (could've been, could've been)
You put the volume on the lowest for our neighbors down below
But I'm stuck in place, eyes wide, glued to you
Walk away, outgrow you, then how am I to know you
I'm the closest here that I've been to you
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