Even in the morning with the kid and the ball
And then the hands on the face and the shiver, the hallway
And then all those times gonna give me a call
And I'm never gonna face... can't wanna make me
'Cause I found my home in a killer's basement
And I hold these shots and I claim these nights
And then I hold those hands and want you to kiss me
And after all those nights wanna know what you think of me

I like to see you crying
So sexy when you're sad