Out of Habit

The butter melts out of habit

You know the toast isn't even warm

And the waitress and the man in the plaid ****rt

Play out a scene they've played so many times before

Watchin' the sun stumble home in the mornin'

From a bar on the east side of town

And the coffee is just water dressed in brown

Beautiful but boring, he visited me yesterday

And he noticed my fingers and asked me if

I would play

And I didn't really care a lot

But I couldn't think of a reason why not

I said, "If you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay"

My thighs have been involved in many accidents

And now I can't get insured

And I don't need to be lured by you

My **** is built like a wound that won't heal

And now you don't have to ask

Because you know how

I feelBut now you know how

I feelYou know art is why

I get up in the mornin'

But my definition ends there

You know it doesn't seem fair

That I'm livin' for something

I can't even define

There you are right there

In the meantime, well you know

I don't want to play for you anymore

Show me what you can do

Tell me what are you here for?

I want my old friends,

I want my old face

I want my old mind, **** this time and place

You know, the butter melts out of habit

The toast isn't even warm