Residence, cheap wine
The valency pulls from side to side
To a residence, that’s you, you’re in your car

The motorcrash was mine
It was an accident, but at least I’ve learned my lines
You’re on the books, those dirty looks
I thought you knew that you could save yourself

Save yourself for the argument
Hold your fire as your last defense Don’t turn the dial until the picture bends
Until the picture’s bent

Continually you find inventive ways to screw up what seemed to be just fine You’re on the books
Those dirty looks
I thought you knew that you could save yourself