First thing in the morning
Of course you put on that you. M. Sweater
Just like you always do
Tears drip from a faucet
And Dexter play on that television
Just like it always do

You put the volume on the lowest
For the neighbors down below
But I'm stuck in place
Eyes wide, glued to you
Walk away, outgrow you
Then how am I to know you
I'm the closest here that I've been to you

Cause you keep my head in a jar
Here on your night stand
I'll spend my life left
With my head in a jar
If it's the shelf or gone, then
Least I'll be something to you

A mind's a prison
No body, don't got nobody
Strictly homebody
I try my best not to trip
But these walls are paper thin
Every now and then
I hear voices in the wind
Wooden floors creak
The death of what could've been

You put the volume on the lowest
For our neighbors down below
But I'm stuck in place
Eyes wide, glued to you
Walk away, outgrow you
Then how am I to know you
I'm the closest here that I've been to you

Cause you keep my head in a jar
Here on your night stand
I'll spend my life left
With my head in a jar
If it's the shelf or gone, then
Least I'll be something to you
If it's the shelf or gone, then
Least I'll be something to you
If it’s the shelf or gone, then
Least I’ll be something to you

It's in the way you give someone
A real embrace
That puts me in my place
My place
And though goodbye's long overdue
Hopelessly I wait
Here in my place
My place
I want you
I—
I—
I want you