Intro: I can't stay here tonight there's buttons to sew and lust to be made to seem tender with a freshened up face and smile-bearing lips I'll practice it, locked in the bathroom we can't stay here tonight this waitress is tired of waging a war of attrition so pay for the coffee and we'll take it to go and you hold the cup while I'm driving I can't stay here tonight there's blankets to fold and love to make polished and silver and store it away behind memory's glass we'll take it out when we get lonely