And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep,
You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap.
You took two steps to the kitchen, just stared at the sink.
I couldn’t hold back a smile, I still wish I could have seen you. 
Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me;
It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be.
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked;
It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough.