Exhibit A:
We are friends in a sleeping bag
Splitting the heat
We have one filthy pillow to share
And your lips are in my hair
Someone upstairs has a rap that we laugh at
And people are drinking
And singing the Scarborough Fair
On a ukulele dare
Exhibit B:
Well, we found an apartment
It's not much to look at
A futon on the floor
Dirty desktop for a door
All the décor's made of milk crates and duct tape
And if we have s**
They can hear us through the floor
But we don't do that anymore
And I lay there wondering what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You took the blanket, so I took the bedsheet
And I would have held you if you'd only let me
Exhibit C:
Look how quaint and how quiet and private
Our paychecks have bought us
A condo in town
It's the nicest flat around
You picked a mattress and had it delivered
And I walked upstairs
And the sight of it made my heart pound
And I wrapped my arms around me
And I lay there wondering what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You walked right past me and straightened the covers
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover
And you said: "All the money in the world
Won't buy a bed so big and wide
To guarantee that you won't
Accidentally touch me in the night"
Then I said, "You must be right"
Exhibit D:
Now we are both mostly paralyzed
Don't know how long
We've been lying here in fear
Too afraid to even feel
I find my glasses and you turn the light out
Roll off on your side
Like you've rolled away for years
Holding back those king-sized tears
And I still don't ask you what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You take the heart failure; I'll take the cancer
I've long stopped wondering why you don't answer
Exhibit E:
You can certainly see
How fulfilling a life
From the cost and size of stone
Of our final resting home
We got some nice ones
Right under a cherry tree
You and me lying the only way we know
Side-by-side and still and cold
And I finally ask you what was the matter
Was it a matter of worse or of better?
You stretch your arms out and finally face me
You say:
"I would have told you if you'd only asked me"
If you'd only asked me
If you'd only asked me
We are friends in a sleeping bag
Splitting the heat
We have one filthy pillow to share
And your lips are in my hair
Someone upstairs has a rap that we laugh at
And people are drinking
And singing the Scarborough Fair
On a ukulele dare
Exhibit B:
Well, we found an apartment
It's not much to look at
A futon on the floor
Dirty desktop for a door
All the décor's made of milk crates and duct tape
And if we have s**
They can hear us through the floor
But we don't do that anymore
And I lay there wondering what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You took the blanket, so I took the bedsheet
And I would have held you if you'd only let me
Exhibit C:
Look how quaint and how quiet and private
Our paychecks have bought us
A condo in town
It's the nicest flat around
You picked a mattress and had it delivered
And I walked upstairs
And the sight of it made my heart pound
And I wrapped my arms around me
And I lay there wondering what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You walked right past me and straightened the covers
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover
And you said: "All the money in the world
Won't buy a bed so big and wide
To guarantee that you won't
Accidentally touch me in the night"
Then I said, "You must be right"
Exhibit D:
Now we are both mostly paralyzed
Don't know how long
We've been lying here in fear
Too afraid to even feel
I find my glasses and you turn the light out
Roll off on your side
Like you've rolled away for years
Holding back those king-sized tears
And I still don't ask you what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You take the heart failure; I'll take the cancer
I've long stopped wondering why you don't answer
Exhibit E:
You can certainly see
How fulfilling a life
From the cost and size of stone
Of our final resting home
We got some nice ones
Right under a cherry tree
You and me lying the only way we know
Side-by-side and still and cold
And I finally ask you what was the matter
Was it a matter of worse or of better?
You stretch your arms out and finally face me
You say:
"I would have told you if you'd only asked me"
If you'd only asked me
If you'd only asked me