The temperature of your body
Is related to your temper
And the Shortness of your fuse
And the wrecking balls
The phrases that you swing at me
Are detrimental to my fragile form
There the fatal flaw of your love for me
Every word I write has strings tied tightly to you
You would stand in front of me
In your dressing gown
Just to tease me
[Whistling]
You're the government
The inverse of a crossword
A palindrome, your fake fur
Reading Vonnegut back to front
I want to see you now
I want to hear the way your words have changed
You were always one to hope for rain
Have you found the right umbrella?
If you are a cosmonaut, stay out
Where are you?
Circumstances as they are
I prefer no surprises