TRINKETS

Got a strange taste in decor you Got more trinkets for the table I said we don't need no more but Just one more I think we're able I pretend to be indifferent Steal a look at what's above Every candlestick and garden book Reminds me what I love about you She said Don't you write no songs about me Only promise I can try my best I'll give you nothing less All my sweaters stained with coffee Laugh at me until it hurts your chest I hope you get some rest Tonight, tonight In a few years we can pay a Little house off in New England Bring the carpets so that Freya Can roll on the floor each evening Singing in the next room over Fill them up with mushroom lamps Couple acres wrapped in clovers With our passports full of stamps She said Don't you write no songs about me Only promise I can try my best I'll give you nothing less All my sweaters stained with coffee Laugh at me until it hurts your chest I hope you get some rest Tonight, tonight