| I felt you in the morning in the kitchen |
| And it spooked me 'cause you weren't there |
| Thought I heard you, so I stopped and really listened |
| You said something, something, something, wasn't fair |
|
| So I stop and fill the gaps |
| I'm sorry, but I have to ask if you could do me just a little favor |
| Or return it later, promise not to laugh |
| I talk to you, you don't talk back |
| Because you're a figment of imagination |
| Man fucking hate it |
|
| You don't know, even half of what you're missing |
| Cool now, if you even care (Cool if you even f-ing care) |
| Do you remember all the shit I broke all, well I fixed it |
| Kick your shoes off, go leave 'em by the stairs |
| But you don't |
|
| So I stop and fill the gaps |
| I'm sorry, but I have to ask if you could do me just a little favor |
| Tell me I'm no failure, promise not to laugh |
| I've got it wrong, let's run it back |
| Don't be a figment of my imagination |
| But you are and I fucking hate it |
|
| Oh, oh |
| Is it me or is it so hot? |
| Oh, oh |
| Is it time to take our clothes off? |
| Oh, oh |
| And is it wrong I'm thinking thinking this thought? |
| Oh, oh |
| Well I felt you in the morning in the kitchen |
| But you were unaware |
|