Cause you are the bread
And it's never work
Warm bu*tered is good
Oh, let's just digest
Those dishes are fine
They're not going nowhere
So keep your hands soft
For high-fives and shakes
The bathroom's a mess
Tomorrow we'll clean
And the window won't shut
But the breeze does feel nice
The stove can be used
To light cigarettes
Oh, let the tablecloth burn
It's pretty that way
Because you smell like bread
And now the pillow does too
Has everyone left?
Were they even here?