Lyrics:

Connect the cable, have sex a lot
A hostile climate clouds and sickens you
Two-room condo, treeless cul-de-sac
A nun's dark habit, all arm, no follow through

As a favor to me
As a place to go
As a favor to me
Little stitch to sew

Loose-leaf paper, at a loss for words
A can of dinner, hard to get a rise
Hook up the Sega, have sex alone
Stick a fork in a socket, still it's no surprise

I think I'm coming unplugged
I just scratch and shrug
Itches in my teeth
As a favor to me, to me, to me, to me

I can't watch you all the time
Much as I would like to, as I think I ought to
It's hard to argue for this life
Harder still without you, don't make me survive you

Ripe fruit falls from the tree so bare
Dead in sunshine, decomposing there
Spoiled and keeping, keeping tracks to pick
Fitful sleeping, were you never sick?

Another mouth to feed
As a favor to me
As a need to need
As a favor to me, to me, to me, to me

I can't watch you all the time
Much as I would like to, as I think I ought to
It's hard to argue for this life
Harder still without you, don't make me survive you

Warm and sated, the walls get interesting
Don't know what they're saying, perhaps they're listening
So I stopped talking to hear the pins drop
I'm in the back room so I won't hear you knock