Nothing More Than Thieves

Do you realize

We have been content

Living in a house that's slight and bent

It's leaning towards the sky

While we're singing for spare change

In the middle of the night

And we, we make an odd pair

Nothing more than thieves

Stealing wealthier men's air

And I seal all my lies

All fresh inside a zip-loc bag

And you are honestly far too honest

To be the gentleman that you are

Please understand

Our couch is nothing more

Than an imprint

Where a couch once sat before

And this never gets old

Fever is running high

While the house is getting cold

And we live an artist's life

Buttering our bread with a rusty pocket knife

And I feed you my secrets at dinner time

You won't catch all but that's just fine

And you, lying all your secrets side by side

You'll cash them in when the time is right

We make an odd pair

Nothing more than thieves

Stealing wealthier men's air

And we, we make an odd pair

Nothing more than thieves

Stealing wealthier men's air

And I seal all my lies

All fresh inside a zip-loc bag

And you are honestly far too honest

To be the gentleman that you are