I’m in love with the hands that keep falling off my hips   to see if anybody wants one   signed on dots    one by one   tell me that you’ve stocked all your days   freeing all your nights up   grey matter    they said it would happen    everytime you subtract it the more we divide    but all hopes lost for the servant   he’s trying but he’s caught up in a chore fetching with no pay off      Grey ghost said he’s always confused christmas isn’t christmas til the boy’s got the blues    they were right there next to me    it only get’s better the second it’s pitied   all hopes been roped in for weekends and such   he always leaves a message cause she never picks up   but they were right there next to me    it only gets better the second it’s pitied