The butter melts out of habit
You know the toast isn't even warm.
The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
Play out a scene they've played
So many times before
And I'm watching the sun stumble home in the morning
From a bar on the east side of town
And the coffee is just water dressed in brown.
Well beautiful but boring
He visited me yesterday
And he noticed my fingers
And he asked me if I would play
And I didn't really care a lot
But I couldn't think of a reason why not
I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay.
You know my thighs have been involved in many accidents
And now I can't get insured
And I don't need to be lured by you.
My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal
And now you don't have to ask
Cause you know how I feel
Well now you know how I feel.
Well you know art is why I get up in the morning
But my definition ends there.
You know it doesn't seem fair
That I'm living for something I can't even define
And there you are right there
In the meantime.
Well you know I don't want to play for you anymore
Show me what you can do
Tell me what are you here for.
I want my old friends.
I want my old face.
I want my old mind.
Fuck this time and place.
The butter melts out of habit
You know the toast isn't even warm.