I heard that I got trapped
in a box inside your head.
Now I sleep by you each night,
in my sheets just wrapped up so tight.

And you will have my baby on a gray morning,
and I will work a labor day job full time,
just to see you wear that smile I love so well.

I will rub ointment on
the cuts across your legs.
And we will both exercise/exorcise
this apathy towards mankind.

And you will finally put the past behind you.
And I will get to singing songs
like the ones that you think you deserve, ooo.

... let it out.
I know you want me.

Out here it's raining cotton down,
I lay next to you and put my eyelids down,
Out here it's raining cottong down,
I'm awake, I'm awake
in the trees, in everything.
And we both meditate.
I know you want me.
And I think that's just...
fine.