The White Trash Period of My Life

For your love
Put yourself out
From the smell of you
Put yourself out
I won't make a sound
Happy and willing, still am
Put yourself out
Say it's alright
Happy and willing to die
It's four A.M.

Happy and willing to die
Say it's alright
I sleep on the floor
From the neighbors upstairs
Say it's okay
Happy and willing to die
Hear the clatter

Tonight
I sleep on the floor
Back in the bedroom
Lay on the couch
For your love
Say it's okay
For your love
Happy and willing to die
Happy and willing to die
Put yourself out
Happy and willing to die

Happy and willing to die
I won't make a sound

Lay on the couch

And feel the sore
His genius is dead
Lay on the couch

You discover

I sleep on the floor
Still I'm tireless
And I'm gone

Like the blues from her breath
Just to be lying here
Put yourself out
Laid off for weeks now
For your love
So come
I sleep on the floor
One more hour

Lay on the couch

Put yourself out
Sounds so absurd