Yours is the only version
Of my desertion
That I could ever subscribe to
That is all that I can do You are a past sinner
The last winner
I'm raping all around me
Until the last drop is behind you But you're so cute
When you're frustrated, dear
Yeah, you're so cute
When you're sedated, dear
I'm resting Sleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight, sleep tonight
Sleep tonight, sleep tonight You are the only person
Who's completely certain
There's nothing here to be into
That is all that you can do You are a past sinner
The last winner
And everything we've come to
Makes you you, you But you cannot safely say
While I will be away
You will not consider, sadly
How you helped me to stray You will not reach me, I am
Resenting a position that is past resentment
And now I can't consider
And now there is this distance so Sleep tight, grim right
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim right
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim right
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight, sleep tonight
Sleep tonight, sleep tonight Something to say
Something to do
Nothing to say
When there's nothing to do