Whimper - Microwave

I caught you coming home from work

In your faded little-collared shirt

And now I’m itching to remove it

Ignore the whimpers of your roommate’s dog

I’m keeping with it until your shirt comes off

And we’ll be those crude humans

With all those bruises

And half of our clothes still on

To keep us uncomfortable

And we’ll sleep

When we’re tired of moving

Our arms and our legs entwined

Pretending that you are all mine

You caught me at a record low and got under my weak skin

I wonder if he really knows

The kind of shit you get to screaming

I wonder if he’s really clean

I wonder what he’d think of me if he knew what we’re doing

With all those bruises

And half of our clothes still on

To keep us uncomfortable

Could see us sleep

When we’re tired of moving

Our arms and our legs entwined

Pretending that you are all mine

Cause, I’m not yours

No, that’s not right

I’m just a novelty you’re toying with to complicate your life We’re not even

friends

I’m just the means to an end

Still, I’d give all my self-respect up to be with you again