Garbage by the door

There's plastic on the floor

But you don't have to deal with that stuff anymore

The garbage by the door, waiting

I poured the tea already

Soldiers to the lines

I wanna take your shoes off, baby

And put them next to mine

My face, my food, my body

You'd wrap your arms around me

Like there was something in me

A person that you loved

I thought about a baby

Don't look at me like that

It's just a thing I thought of

It's nothing more than that

It's nothing more than that

It's nothing more than that

I lock the door behind you

You leave without the trash