�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.� �