The White Trash Period of My Life

Careful of words

They are so meaningful

You discover

Like the blues from her breath

His genius is dead

Happy and willing to die

For your love

Happy and willing to die

Back in the bedroom

It's four a.m.

Hear the clatter

From the neighbors upstairs

Happy and willing to die

For your love

Happy and willing to die

Laid off for weeks now

And feel the sore

Still I'm tireless

From the smell of you

Happy and willing to die

For your love

Happy and willing, still am

So come

I won't make a sound

I sleep on the floor

Lay on the couch

Put yourself out

I sleep on the floor

Lay on the couch

Put yourself out

Put yourself out

Sounds so absurd

Just to be lying here

One more hour

And I'm gone

Happy and willing to die

For your love

Happy and willing to die

I won't make a sound

I sleep on the floor

Lay on the couch

Put yourself out

I sleep on the floor

Lay on the couch

Put yourself out

Put yourself out

Say it's okay

Say it's alright

Tonight

Say it's okay

Say it's alright

Tonight