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Your husband he drinks like a writer
But he writes like a banker, I hope his pens all run dry
You watch him from your cave in the corner
Full moon eyes flame and flicker the wild way that I like

From my part I pretend I don't notice
Dumb friend you're a poet and I could do this all night

And I'll stay like that hands locked in my lap
What I want jailed up in my mind
I slide to sleep where you're waiting for me
And we do what we want to and shut ourselves in for the night

'Til morning barrels in like a bridesmaid
Drunk and desperate for her day drags me out, picks a fight
And I see I'm alone here, picture frames and a hot plate

And I'm stretching, in the act of forgetting
Bear teeth and blood letting, signals crossed half my life

And the local grown sees your notes towards my home
Dreaming fits as we crawl underground
And you're shedding skin, so I keep what I can
Yeah, I fill up my pockets and I stuff all that's left in my mouth

Now you are a part of me for as long as I sleep
I could trick myself into a trance
Where we're as firm as facts and I don't give you back
Every morning the sun comes to shuttle you back to your man

Your husband he drinks like a writer
But he writes like a banker, I hope his pens all run dry
You watch him from your cave in the corner