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 just to keep one from flying It was late, my mistake A whole two hour left of daylight My dinner date was hung-up on sun If you think you're gonna to 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 I'm gonna miss you so much when you're gone My dinner date was hung-up on sun