You’ve got dirt under your fingernails
But I like it that way
Because then I know you have stories
Just like I have gum stuck to the bottom of my shoes
Floss your teeth so my heart can pretend
My lips are the first yours ever saw
And my tongue can count your teeth
Like your night-time whispers
You will strum your guitar
I will think of my father
But your hands hold no bottle
You will live to keep things clean
I will think of my mother
But you won’t yell at me
I don’t need much if I have you
Just promise me that’s okay