When you were so close Your eyes looked like dinner plates Blue as the atlantic And harsh as an earthquake And you didn't smell good But you didn't smell bad But boy, did i ever feel like i had to Take care of you Take care of you When we were so lost The road felt like home to me Our souls on the asphalt And feet stretched in front of me And it didn't feel good But it didn't feel bad And boy, did i ever feel like i had to Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you And with my hands Dancing on those keys I could feel your beat Pulsing right through me And with your hot hands On my red cheeks You would scream and scream Saying "you're not free" And it didn't feel good But it didn't feel bad And boy, did i ever feel like i had to Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you Take care of you (and my thought stick like dust To you wandering sugar fingers And my thoughts bruise and buckle Like a side full of stingers And your song of d**h Is a minuet Your lighthearted tone Speaks of exposed bone Where the skin is peeling and rotted And if we could go home We would know this is dumb And these thoughts would be quickly forgotten)