just like you

Ninety nine percent water, one percent shampoo
All I needed was you
All I needed was you
F-O-U-R letter foul words were all that you knew
And so it's true, it's all you knew

And your wife calls
What does she want? What does she want?
Yeah, your wife called
She says she's gone, she says she's gone

Pink and purple were the only colors that looked nice
Around your eyes
Hidden in disguise
Christmas, Halloween, your birthday
Filled with absences
Just like it should, like your own flesh should

And your wife calls
What does she want? What does she want?
Yeah, your wife calls
She says she's gone, she says she's gone

A cracked ceiling and a stuffed animal
That I've kept since like maybe five months ago
New used cars every year or so
Materialistic objects you can't keep
Like your word