If I could switch you out
Then I’d replace you
From the cushion you sit upon now
You’re inches too close
My body speaks it so
If I could fold like a love letter

I could feel the wrong
I could feel the wrong
I could feel the wrong in you

You take your turn
Your engine in drive
Your boulevard of heartburn
Your Hiroshima inside
You take your turn
Your explosion subsides
Your boulevard of heartburn
The burning for you arrives

If I could switch you out
Then I’d replace you
From the cushion you sit upon now
You’re inches too close
My body speaks it so
If I could fold like a love letter