Pigsty

I'm afraid of heights

And you're afraid of snakes

For once I have no fear of falling

As you coil in a defensive state

Won't you tell me, dear

Do you fear to reciprocate?

There's nothing for you to promise

There's nothing for you to prove

You're like a stick of zebra stripe

That I'm afraid to chew

The bubble might pop

The flavor might stop

A temporary tattoo

We're no good at tomorrows lately

And even worse at goodbyes

Let me waltz on your banjo, baby

And don't you ever leave my pigsty

Is this song for tomorrow?

Well, I haven't made it that far

No, this song is for right now

For whatever we are

I can't say what I want to

Only that I want you

It's all a bit bizarre

We're no good at tomorrows lately

Even worse at goodbyes

Let me waltz on your banjo, baby

And don't you ever leave my pigsty

No, no, honey, don't you ever leave

My pigsty