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