Records of Your Tenderness

You, in the corner watching me
You, with the gaze I die beneath
You smoked Parliament blues in my living room
And I went and hoarded the ash
I let myself love you knowing I could never look back
I've dug so many graves that I never had plans to fill
I've saved records of your tenderness that you say don't exist

See, my mind's an overgrown orchard
Can't get in one word in front of the other
You know (see) my mind's an overgrown orchard
Oh, I can't believe you're coming over

You, your skirt raised to your knees
You, with the hidden hand
You, I wore with disbelief, laid me bare on linoleum
While the morning goes empty, I limp off the victory gin
In the winter of love, I forget to check in with my friends
I've dug so many graves that I never had plans to fill
I've saved records of your tenderness that you say don't exist

Oh, my mind's an overgrown orchard
Can't get one word in front of the other
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
Oh, I can't believe you're coming over

You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
I can't get in one word in front of the other
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
Oh, I do not want this to be over