shake me down now to bare branchesnwith your Manchester swagger and designer sunglassesnfreshly kissed cigarette lipsnand I let my process slipntied up in a thousand knotsnwhen you hit me with everything you've gotnbut I grown in any gardennand my stupid heart with hardennnleave the test-tones onnlet the dishes benthey'll be there in the morning, and so will wenit's okay to be afraidnsleeping in the bed that we madennI long for longer daysnwhen all my tumblers will fall into placenwe do as we please--perfect hair, perfect teethnnleave the test-tones onnlet the dishes benthey'll be there in the morning, and so will wenit's okay to be afraidn(no one is as afraid as me)nsleeping in the bed that we maden(and no one's more ashamed)