Kitchen

Well, what compares to my baby girl?
To die there in her head would sure end mine

Now, we too old to get our feelings hurt?
Skin along our fingers cracked in kind

I''ll say I want to till my lungs give out -
To make up someone new to make us cry

Now, we too young to get our meanings mixed?
c light inside me signifies we might

I know you thought we'd get there easier -
c separate room and kitchen, shit you not

Well, Malthus is wrong and love ain't gone, I promise
cnd once we get our savings up, we'll splurge

I swear we won't live like this for very long