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The ceiling's got its stains and the couch has seen a lively past, watching like it always has, moved from place to place. There's nothing here to eat but Airborne and EmergenC. I use rabbit ears on my TV for PBS and NBC. But I set things up the way I thought that you might like it. All my furniture's Songtextemeticulously placed. I can't control my thermostat. Too hot or cold, and who needs that. But I think we'll be just warm enough when you come to stay. I'm confused by love, wondrous in the morning light when you search me with wide open eyes. You'll be here in a week. But sometimes I regress, and I think I'm damned, I'm scared you'll leave. When you find out the rest of me on VH1 or MTV. See, I am still so reckless. Like the time I broke that necklace that she gave me in a letter just before she went to Greece. Still so many pictures. Every now and then I miss her. But maybe that's the consequence of dreaming for the seas. The oven's way too small but that's okay, 'cause I don't bake. There's nothing to eat, anyway, and nothing on the walls. You'll be here in a week and I'll pick you up and drive you home. I love it when we're almost home and you're dancing, riding next to me. Alas! Alas! There's nothing here until you're here beside me. And I won't fear the noises of my kitchen in the night. I hope you like my traffic cone I stole from that convenience store. I hope you like the parts of me I find so hard to fight. Aus Songtexte Mania