Bent Knee The Things You Love
Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs
They sit inside of boxes
Getting buried and stepped on
Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs
You bring home more and more
To keep you company
Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs
We all learned shame
Like we had a crush on the teacher
Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs
I keep waving for your attention
But you just won't look up
The kids show the creases in their foreheads
Your husband don't know what to do
He drinks ‘til he can't see you
We're all scared we're losing you
Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs...
