Warm Thoughts
Post-Coital Tristesse
I found a new home between a neck and a collarbone
And I've hung my photos from the ear lobes
From the ear lobes

But this place is always snowed in, it gets claustrophobic and I never know why
The house you know is crumbling and ceilings are leaking and I never know why

This place is always snowed in, it gets claustrophobic and I never know why
The house you know is crumbling and ceilings are leaking and I never know why

We've got a broken AC, the hinges they creek, and I continue to sign the lease