How's the Tap Here

Drinking black coffee with Drew

Watching Sopranos in the afternoon

Drying my clothes in his machine

Did I understand it was sweet?

Is it worse because I didn't?

'Cause we're different now

Did little things make you feel better?

Andrew

When the three million cells

Will pass away in a second's time

The space is free where I used to be

And I catch myself on my phone

Back in Tampa Bay

You show them where you are

You do the same things every day

'Til most your dread goes away

You do the same things every day

'Til most your dread goes away

Watching soporific murder shows

When there's a sound from the other room

The dog is ceased and reversing its knees

And I get down on my knees

We feel the drain [?]

[?]

Your crooked bottom teeth

And camouflage vest

You're the most pure thing I know

Your crooked bottom teeth

And camouflage vest

You're the most pure thing I know