Bread Song

Okay, well, I just woke up And you already don't care That I tried my best to hold you Through the headset that you wear And as tight as I might hold it Over where the signal's good There's no way to save your evening now Through the little phone that could And yes I was tempted And it christened me lonely, I pretended to falter And I burnt scented candles there And I hung some good pictures where The paintwork was perfect so no one could doubt it Oh, I was still losing So show me the land you acquired And slip into something beside The holes you try to hide And lay out your rules for the night Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed Oh darling, I I never felt the crumbs until you said "This place is not for any man Nor particles of bread" Furnished your suffering And you played a good organ, and the world gathered singing Good words that you'd stolen And every phone died then And no one had WiFi inside your apartment So we knelt at your altar Okay, well, I just woke up And you already don't care That I tried my best to hold you Through the headset that you wear And as tight as I might hold Over where the signal's good There's no way to save your evening now And I'm ready for us to be understood So show me the land you acquired And slip into something beside The holes you try to hide And lay out your rules for the night Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed Oh darling, I I never felt the crumbs until you said "This place is not for any man Nor particles of bread"