You've saved me a place in a circle made of ashes

 Making up favors in the bottoms of easter baskets

 But a quiet kiss on the cheek is all I'll get

 You say that it's hoes before bros in Pontiac

 It's this couch that I'm be sleeping on

 

 Familiar revolver of patterned behavior

 I've got a bottomless pocket of well thought out complements

 And an admirable hunger for everything in your fridge

 But it's this couch that I'll be sleeping on

 

 It's this couch that I'll be sleeping on

 

 It's this couch that I'll be sleeping on