You've saved me a place in a circle made of ashes
Making up favors in the bottoms of easter baskets 
But a quiet kiss on the cheek is all I'll get
You say that it's hoes before bros in Pontiac
It's this couch that I'm be sleeping on

I've got a bottomless pocket of well thought out complements
And an admirable hunger for everything in your fridge
But it's this couch that I'll be sleeping on

It's this couch that I'll be sleeping on

It's this couch that I'll be sleeping on