shake me down now to bare branches   with your Manchester swagger and designer sunglasses   freshly kissed cigarette lips   and I let my process slip   tied up in a thousand knots   when you hit me with everything you've got   but I grown in any garden   and my stupid heart with harden      leave the test-tones on   let the dishes be   they'll be there in the morning, and so will we   it's okay to be afraid   sleeping in the bed that we made      I long for longer days   when all my tumblers will fall into place   we do as we please--perfect hair, perfect teeth      leave the test-tones on   let the dishes be   they'll be there in the morning, and so will we   it's okay to be afraid   (no one is as afraid as me)   sleeping in the bed that we made   (and no one's more ashamed)