He's absent, a prisoner to his bed and desk on which the photos lie

Has he anything but a sigh

A friendly neighbor when he has to be

Otherwise, it's"please serve me"

He'll make it up, he'll make it up to you

Only when he has to

He'll make it up, he'll make it up to you

When you begin to slip loose

I could not tell these obstacles were permanent

Still, of all the fruits and bugs, I love you most, nectarine

Of all the fruits and bugs, I love you most, nectarine

Oh, breathe in this cheap sofa pig-skin

Listen to the lies I expel from my mouth

Why hear others I've got myself to vouch

He'll make it up, he'll make it up to you

Only when he has to

He'll make it up, he'll make it up to you

When you begin to slip loose