Bread

Cause you are the bread
And it's never work
Warm buttered is good
Oh, let's just digest

Those dishes are fine
They're not going nowhere
So keep your hands soft
For high-fives and shakes

The bathroom's a mess
Tomorrow we'll clean
And the window won't shut
But the breeze does feel nice

The stove can be used
To light cigarettes
Oh, let the tablecloth burn
It's pretty that way

Because you smell like bread
And now the pillow does too
Has everyone left?
Were they even here?