The butter melts out of habit
You know the toast isn't even warm
And the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
Play out a scene they've played so many times before
Watchin' the sun stumble home in the mornin'
From a bar on the east side of town
And the coffee is just water dressed in brown
Beautiful but boring, he visited me yesterday
And he noticed my fingers and asked me if 
I would play
And I didn't really care a lot
But I couldn't think of a reason why not
I said, "If you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay"
My thighs have been involved in many accidents
And now I can't get insured
And I don't need to be lured by you
My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal
And now you don't have to ask
Because you know how 
I feelBut now you know how 
I feelYou know art is why 
I get up in the mornin'
But my definition ends there
You know it doesn't seem fair
That I'm livin' for something 
I can't even define
There you are right there
In the meantime, well you know
I don't want to play for you anymore
Show me what you can do
Tell me what are you here for?
I want my old friends, 
I want my old face
I want my old mind, **** this time and place
You know, the butter melts out of habit
The toast isn't even warm