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 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 this thought? Oh, oh Well I felt you in the morning in the kitchen But you were unaware
