Records of Your Tenderness

You, in the corner watching me
 You, with the gaze I'd die beneath
 You smoked Parliament blues
 In my living room
 And I went and hoarded the ash
 I let myself love you knowing
 I could never look back
 I've dug so many graves
 That I never had plans to fill
 I've saved records of your tenderness
 That you say don't exist
 See, my mind's an overgrown orchard
 Can't get one word in front of the other
 You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
 Oh, I can't believe you're coming over
 You, your skirt raised to your knees
 You, with the hidden hand
 You, I wore with disbelief,
 Laid me bare on linoleum
 While the morning goes empty
 I limp off the victory gin
 In the winter of love
 I forget to check in with my friends
 I've dug so many graves
 That I never had plans to fill
 I've saved records of your tenderness
 That you say don't exist
 Oh, my mind's an overgrown orchard
 Can't get one word in front of the other
 You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
 Oh, I can't believe you're coming over
 You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
 I can't get one word in front of the other
 You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
 Oh, I do not want this to be over