I know you're used to all the girls
Falling at your feet
Skinny cats
Street queens

I'm living amongst a stranger's things
Your father's there a figurine
In a room you won't see
But it's you clawing through the screen
Reaching for me

I would make this more complicated
If you'd let me
But there's no room it's plain
Our little treaty
We come in peace
We'll burn off clean

That day it snowed and my work was closed
So you ordered spaghetti in bed
It'll make me smile til I'm dead
I went out later and walked in it
Quiet streets emptiness
Oh, to be nothing more
Than warm bodies in an apartment

You let me forget I was broken-hearted
The gnawing ache
Of my mistakes you silenced
Without a curse
Without a care

Honey, you held me
Per our little treaty
I don't care who your daddy is
You won't be haunting my dreams