The kettle can't bring me love not a thing Can't warm my skin or sing like you Nothing can boil my blood and sting like you do Someday I'll stop buying things That don't give me the high that's missing There's no in between They'll never be what was you No blanket can hold me No bathplug can stop up this hole Or control this blue no cup Can catch this spill stay filled with the feeling of you Someday I'll stop buying things That don't give me the high that's missing There's no room between They'll never be what was you Someday I'll stop buying things Like I'll stop missing you I'll throw everything out of the door You must use Objects without hearts Just like you Someday I'll stop buying things That don't give me the high that's missing Someday I'll stop buying things Like I'll stop missing you Someday I'll stop buying things Like I'll stop missing you The nightgown I bought never unwrapped The bag from vacation we never packed The dryer out back the clothes that are wet Even the things you didn't give me