There's no greater sight than you
In your underwear removing mine
And I've never felt this good
There's not a news flash that could deflate my mood
Oh his clothes on your floor
I recognise this decor
I've been here before

And I can't I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
And the more I try, the more my back's against the wall
And I can't I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
Curveballs
Who and why, how?
I tend to focus on the past and not the now
I'll be over this soon

But some images adhere like super glue
Six hands in one bed
Could he not afford the rent
This won't end
What you expect me to say when the paintings
I paint start to leap out their frames
Sweetheart, what you want me to say