Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs They sit inside of boxes Getting buried and stepped on Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs You bring home more and more To keep you company Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs We all learned shame Like we had a crush on the teacher Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs I keep waving for your attention But you just won't look up The kids show the creases in their foreheads Your husband don't know what to do He drinks 'til he can't see you We're all scared we're losing you Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs...