Your vessel lay naked in my bedroom but I was too nervous to touch you.
You gave me your body in my bed, now you owe me the wounded stem in the back of your neck.
Now I'm waiting tables in New York and you're back in Buffalo.
You've got all your friends but you're sleeping alone.
I hope you're sleeping alone.I've been sleeping alone.
You gave me your body in the back of my car.
And you don't owe me anything. Especially not your art.