Sam Bisbee - The Simplest Of Pleasures lyrics

Always breaking my heart, soaking up the very best part of you I want to be the stick that moves across your lip, feels your fingertip The special tool that pops your zits, the broach that moves with loving care through Every inch Of your head of hair Pull on your pants, your socks and shoes, the luckiest of fabric feeling every move Across your skin soaked in moisturizer, if only I could die in the Lubriderm bottle For the day when you squeeze me out into the palm of your hand, I will vanish in Your endless skin I want to be the drop of acid rain Rolls off your cheek to the storm drain Guess I'll have to settle for the simplest of pleasures, merely living for you, waking Up each day next to you, playing with your hair till you're awake too You're saying push down the snooze alarm, just eight more minutes without sound And could you please go and get some coffee? I want to be the smoke that you inhale I want to be the envelope you mail I want to be the drop of acid rain Rolls off your cheek to the storm drain I want to be the smoke that you don't inhale anymore I want to be the envelope you mail Shower curtain blocks me out with you on the other side there can be no doubt That every tile on the bathroom wall is fogging over while you show it all To me