She wants me to talk now
About the plane crash
About the number of seconds in a day
I’m feeling bad now
It’s a real shame
It’s a long list of hurricanes

Are we the horror
Are we the Tiffany lamp hung in the unused bedroom
Are we the dust collectors
Are you a martyr
Or am I a winner
Skipping rocks onto a sheet of ice you’re standing on

So I clean the bedroom
I turn the heat down
I wear a path into the rug
In long conversation
I’ve got my eyes on your mouth
And my mind on the bathtub

And its not some kind of conquest to clarity
It’s not something you try to do
It’s not a step between love and dejection
But a bridge between the two

It wouldn’t hurt to be good to me
I shake and cry like a baby
Not every grain of salt you take hits the wound the same
How’s that sound?
Good to me

So what’s it gonna be now, honey
I’m tired too
Spent the morning tearing out my eyebrows
While I stare into the tv
Like I used to

What’s it gonna be now, honey
The waters spilling from tub
I’ve been glued down with the tile for a
While now and I’m comfortable
But I’ll ask you
Would it hurt?

It wouldn’t hurt to be good to me
I shake and cry like a baby
Not every grain of salt you take hits the wound the same
How’s that sound?
Good to me