It's getting crowded in here I pick the skin off my lips I pick the straw out my drink I put my hands on her hips It's getting partier and I've been dancing for hours If only the girls in here Could hear me play piano I gave myself a month of High productivity and I stole a line from Nick Cave About her waving at me I stole a line from Owen About what's under the sea I messaged every girl who Had ever seemed into me I messaged every girl who's Born in the same year as me I was born in the morning But I died when she called me up At 9 a.m., her time And she checks my Facebook every night I can't sing like your husband I can't sing like your cuckold I can't sing Winterreise Or ILYH either I was born in the morning But she was bought in Thailand Now I can't stop my body But she can't stop hers either