Butter

Toto, can you hear me crying?

It seems I am now butter in your hands
I'd sink down through the carpet
Stain the hardwood if you should
Touch me, babe

Honeybee
This tremor in my knees shakes plates
Just like the pacific
Feel me falling to the floor

Keep it coming
Keep it coming
Keep it coming
Keep it coming

Linger here for a minute, tops
A blunt for breakfast, kill the coffee pot
Explain to me the meaning of pluviophile
And fill me full of ink for a while
I'm very insecure, can you see?
So paint my face and call me pretty
I love talking about myself
But I love hearing about you more

So tell me all about your friends
Show me how to love you right
Take all that I am in your hands
And draw me in your light
Yes, draw me deep in to the night

And Toto, can you hear me laughing through the walls?
Toto, can you hear me crying?

I love you
I love you
Love you, I love you

So kiss me hard, my little love-seal
Know that some wounds may never heal
And sometimes the heaviest scars you trace
Time decides to replace with love
Like whenever I see your face, I know

Tell me all about your friends
Can Amelia not paint anything nice?
Is there some jawn who is good enough for Ben?
Is your brother doing alright?
Talk with me deep into the night
Love me till the sky gets bright