Right-Hand Man

You need to wake up
And your makeup's smeared
On your pillowcase
You need a cup of coffee
'Cause you drank too much
And you've got a headache

You smoke your cigarettes
Just for
The ritual
You don't even get a buzz
No, not anymore, but
It's habitual

And if I had to tell you how
Much you mean to me I'd say
Ten to the twenty-fourth power
That's my limit
It's as much as my teenage self-absorption will
Allow

You used to paint my nails dark blue
On my right hand
'Cause my left hand's shaky
You make me breakfast at noon
You're my right-hand man
But now you're shaking

You were supposed to save me
From the apartment fire
And the water that put it out
You look at me like I'm crazy
But you hold me like a baby
And you lay me down

And if I had to tell you how
Much you mean to me I'd say
Ten to the twenty-fourth power
That's my limit
It's as much as my teenage self-absorption will
Allow