Old Joy - Baby Below You Lyrics

I've been living inside myself too long
I can't even tell my right from my left from my wrong
I don't even know which hand I'm counting on
I won't even count the fingers that I'm keeping crossed
There's no frequency I'd rather hear than you
Shutting up after you've had one or ten or two
You've been drinkin' bout me thinkin up all your booze
You've been inking in the winking and you're fucking smooth
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
Of the baby below you
"There's no decency," You recently said to me
Decent of you to repeat the talk you think I need
I'm not listening 'til I've heard another word
That sounds more like you and less like you're getting insured
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
Of the baby below you
Forget families having panic self-portraits made
Don't forget the premature baby born too late
Throw him in the frame or throw him out of touch
Throw him down or throw him up like your wet lunch
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
Of the baby below you

I've been living inside myself too long
I can't even tell my right from my left from my wrong
I don't even know which hand I'm counting on
I won't even count the fingers that I'm keeping crossed
There's no frequency I'd rather hear than you
Shutting up after you've had one or ten or two
You've been drinkin' bout me thinkin up all your booze
You've been inking in the winking and you're fucking smooth
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
Of the baby below you
"There's no decency," You recently said to me
Decent of you to repeat the talk you think I need
I'm not listening 'til I've heard another word
That sounds more like you and less like you're getting insured
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
Of the baby below you
Forget families having panic self-portraits made
Don't forget the premature baby born too late
Throw him in the frame or throw him out of touch
Throw him down or throw him up like your wet lunch
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
Of the baby below you