Calalily, can you hear me? Cross-eyed again? Cursing the wealthy? In all the things they have that we don't. I'll shut up and let you rest. But if I were raised to fight, that would be me, Standing up against the light on the TV That I die in front of each night My tail between my knees Well I know that you want more from me, I'm too scared to move. Calalily, would you make room for me in this bed? So I can kick my feet and bang my head silently. I swear I won't ask again. Well I know how you need your sleep, But my skin's crawlin Well put that book down About the end of the world. And let your hair down Like it's the end of the world and we'll make love. Calalily, will you still love me come tomorrow knowing that I've done nothing But put sorrow to a soft melody