If I could switch you out    Then I’d replace you   From the cushion you sit upon now   You’re inches too close   My body speaks it so   If I could fold like a love letter      I could feel the wrong   I could feel the wrong   I could feel the wrong in you      You take your turn   Your engine in drive   Your boulevard of heartburn   Your Hiroshima inside   You take your turn   Your explosion subsides   Your boulevard of heartburn   The burning for you arrives      If I could switch you out    Then I’d replace you   From the cushion you sit upon now   You’re inches too close   My body speaks it so   If I could fold like a love letter