Crackers spoil in the California sun   Autumn leaves, but she never said where she was going   In your heart, your mind grows dumb   You feign surprise to learn that that's where babies come from      Remove your grace and ease   Try to avoid even the casual relationship to cheese   Girl, I'm on my knees   There's a righteous piece of cheese      This twenty minutes doesn’t seem that long   Still there’s a tendency to always get the words wrong   And here we sit out this tropical storm   Burning pages from your notebook just to keep your hands warm      In or out of bed, this sergeant shaved my head   Your outrageous guess   Cover them with roses and affliction   Be the one that hardly speaks of fiction anymore      Cos leave when you’re on top and your team gets robbed   Overcasted funny faces hardly reminiscent of the truth      In the barracks, by the army cot   There’s a fellow who just cut his face shaving   And as he bleeds on his pillow in the dark   Waiting for the moment when he gets to go online to you