Takeout

I get home before him I get home before him for a change He made up the bed His plants are all dead Or dying at the least The floor’s wearing carpet Trying to hide the marks Of me moving in Like a scratch on the skin That doesn’t bleed But still leaves a scar When you get back I’m waiting for that We’ll get takeout I clean up the mess The mess that I brought here with me He has frames on the walls I have towels in the halls But that’s where they like to be When you get back I’m waiting for that We’ll get takeout Call on my phone And gun it back home We can stakeout And not leave the bed a while Bed a while Bed a while Not leave the bed a while Bed a while Bed a while Not leave the bed a while Bed a while Bed a while Not leave the bed a while Bed a while Bed a while I get home before him I get home before him for a change