Slacks

I found shelter from the winds of time
I managed to save only my name
It got to my face
These lovesick years of youth now ends
Once and for all here in your arms
It creaks from the walls

I talked for years about my weight
And now I'm wasting away ‘cause I'm predictable

And I
I'm begging that I'm on your mind
I got a little truth for my baby now
I was close to going out
But I look so fucking helpless in these slacks
Another day of slippin' through the cracks

Describe what's in your room so far
And then what you wear, and then if you're sad
And then if you're wet
And you're only calling when I got good news
I know what I am
Fuck you, man, what are your plans?

I really don't have the time
Just please clean up your mess
You’re delusional

And I
I'm begging that I'm on your mind
I got a little truth for my baby now
I was close to going out
But I look so fucking helpless in these slacks
Another day of slippin' through the cracks

Darling, won't you tell me again
What's the setting like where you hide?
So I can, every now and then, close my bloodshot eyes
And picture my head between your thighs