Why, my, you're beautiful
Didn't you sing to me once?
There was a cigarette and a tree,
I believe.
A glass of milk you left behind,
And a heart you never saw
And there was a heart I never saw
But my **** mouth, it ran away
Abandoned me
Telling tales I wish I could hold

Suppose I am your worst cliche...
Suppose I am your worst cliche.
Could I be your best cliche?

Why, my, they're beautiful.
I'll love them because they are
Half you.

Didn't you make me laugh once?
On a bed, in a room, in a house, in a town, in our state
Didn't you make me ache once?
Behind a door, all alone, unbeknownst to you

But **** my mouth abandoned me.