I'm sure she's well nice.

sometimes we love all that we shouldn't
write me a record of all that you couldn't
and leave paper hearts in your mailbox
as if to thank
the bills you don't pay

cuz we all know your spine is unravelling, lacking
that sense of desire that's been putting off packing
and swallowing bathwater perfect
never translates right
it's like stress, but you know what that's like

and the blinds
and the snow
hollow you out
so would you come out tonight?
and the talk
set aside
looks like the city does
from where we would hide
but don't you go thinking she
wouldn't be
smaller than yours.

I've got a way of detoxing with acid rain
you got away in your tuxedo cellophane
I'm all loving, but you don't know my g-d
I know sleep talking bliss
psychics and Freud over breakfast

and the blinds
and the snow
hollow you out
so would you come out tonight?
and the talk
set aside
looks like the city does
from where we would hide
but don't you go thinking she
wouldn't be
smaller than yours.
I'm sure she's well nice
but you know that ours would be
smaller than smaller than yours.