Jesse Parent - Hotbox Love lyrics

I suppose you're wondering what we're doing here Under this comforter Well the truth is, darling, I am about to fart Now before you get angry or flail madly or hold your breath Just hear me out Now, I'm not gonna pretend this is gonna be like a walk in the rose garden though I'm no Sarah Palin This is gonna stink It might smell like stale popcorn salted in asparagus Or a cabbage brownie Or something so Velcro and foul it clings to your pant legs like trash juice I'm not a good judge of where these things are gonna go They call this the love test Dutch oven Hotboxing This is how you know you have something special It's not about how we kiss And fall into each other's lips How electricity conducts from our fingertips into each other's bodies What ancient languages we blurt out as we climax together Simultaneously Our relationship's best moments are fleeting flashes of perfect The untenable hold of joy This is about those less than ideal moments The times when we're simply human A loosened booger Trapdoor opening and closing with every breath Finding underwear in a trashcan and we don't say a word Conversations on a toilet If you can't love me in this awkward space just live in this filthy stinky moment What are you gonna do when it really gets bad? Can you still love me? Throwing up every hour My bedside table a heap of prescription bottles My pillow thatched with what little hair I have left to give Can you still love me? Showering me in a chair Wiping my a** as I sob "I'm sorry" at you Putting my underwear in the trashcan without saying a word Can you still love me? When I struggle to recognize you Call our son by my brother's name Scream when I look into the mirror My stroke-addled face may hang like a sheet on a branch Wrinkled and absent of cohesion Just know that there are rings inside of me that are black and burned with the memory of you that I would carve away at the bark of me to get at We may not always be able to slow dance when our wedding song sneaks onto the radio And the doctor might tell me I'm not gonna live to see winter And that's okay, I hate shoveling anyway And there may come a day when we are planning my funeral and I insist on being buried in the shirt that says "insert wooden stake here" over the heart I hope you will shake your head and do it anyway Like I said I'm not a good judge of where these things are gonna go Not everyone looks forward to being their lover's caretaker and it's okay I'm not either I just hope and pray that you will love me as I do you in those difficult times Like this one Where we are both under a comforter and I am about to [sniff sniff] Is that you? Wow Is it weird for me to say how much I love you in this moment for that?