Infinite chest and cinnamon bread, why don't you make yourself at home? When you open up, you close me in and cut me to the bone, close as a kiss on the lip to the southern tip, until you're red in my face. Now you've got nothing to say. Now you've got nothing to say. Spring, summer, fall, you were standing tall, winning all of your basketball games. You gathered on the piano keys like a Liberace fool. You hummed a little out of tune and somehow you sounded cool. I can't lie, May, June, July. I was a good guy when you came over that day. Now I've got nothing to say. I must have left open the gate. Now the dog is running away. If this goes on forever, could you ever keep me safe? Like all the men you've loved, the women you've loved. You tell me we're in this together when I know it's not the case. Because all the men you've loved, the women you've loved, they all have something to say. They all have something to say. You couldn't keep me away.