Good Parts - Deloris

She’s caring less and less

For all the people at her work

Unbuttoning her shirt

She breathes and shuts her eyes

Watches the light

Make all the little

White blood cells

Float across her eyes

Pushes on the door

All her weight behind her toes

Sends power to the globes

Throws her keys down and clears her throat

Watches them slide into the phone

Before she gets the guts to go

Help i’ve fucked this up

I’m a storm in a t-shirt

If we made this up

Would all the good parts still work

He can notice rust

On the ringlets of his shoes

And yet he seems to lose

The detail in the way she likes to lean

On the seams of his jeans

Until she gets the urge to move

It’s a hot debate that always centres on

The lyrics to their song

And if he’s talking 'bout the one that goes

To all the shows and how he knows

She’s going to do his head in

When he sings i’ve fucked this up

I’m a storm in a t-shirt

If we made this up

Would all the good parts still work

Help i’ve fucked this up

I’m a storm in a t-shirt

If we made this up

Would all the good parts still work

So i fucked this up

I’m a friend not a teacher

And so i made this up

Didn’t all the good parts still work