Unsalted Butter

You’re so cold, right

You’ve been cold all night

Now you’re holding on like you’re holding a child



Your eyes are shining

But it’s dark outside

Do you feel alright?



Making dinner dates?

What, are you blind?

I hold down two jobs just to keep one from flying



It was late, my mistake

A whole two hour left of daylight

My dinner date was hung-up on sun



If you think you’re gonna to be here long

I’m gonna miss you so much when you’re gone



All that wasted time

They call it: Murdering your own apartment

Daylight glows

The patterning is desolate



Now it’s breakfast time

You’re holding Hollywood above my head

Unsalted butter is my punishment



I’m gonna miss you so much when you’re gone



My dinner date was hung-up on sun