Unsalted Butter - The Long Winters

You’re so cold, right

You’ve been cold all night

Now you’re holding on, like you’re holding a child

Your eyes are shining, but it’s dark outside

Do you feel alright?

Making dinner dates?

What, are you blind?

I hold down two jobs to keep one from flying

It was late, my mistake

A whole two hours left of daylight

My dinner date, a blonde, was hung up onside

She was hung up on sign

If you think you’re gonna be here long

I’m gonna miss you so much when you’re gone

All that wasted time

They call it murdering your own apartment

Daylight glows, the patterning is desolate

Now it’s breakfast time

You’re holding Hollywood above my head

Unsalted butter is my punishment

If you think you’re gonna be here long

I’m gonna miss you so much, when you’re gone

I’m gonna miss you so much

When you’re gone

My dinner date is hung up on sign

Now it’s breakfast time

You’re holding Hollywood above my head

Unsalted butter is my punishment