Текст Microwave – Whimper

I caught you coming home from work
In your faded little-collared shirt
And now I’m itching to remove it
Ignore the whimpers of your roommate’s dog

With all those bruises
And half of our clothes still on
To keep us uncomfortable
And we’ll sleep
When we’re tired of moving
Our arms and our legs entwined
Pretending that you are all mine

You caught me at a record low and got under my weak skin
I wonder if he really knows
The kind of shit you get to screaming
I wonder if he’s really clean
I wonder what he’d think of me if he knew what we’re doing

With all those bruises
And half of our clothes still on
To keep us uncomfortable
Could see us sleep
When we’re tired of moving
Our arms and our legs entwined
Pretending that you are all mine

Cause, I’m not yours
No, that’s not right
I’m just a novelty you’re toying with to complicate your life
We’re not even friends
I’m just the means to an end