Dustin Hoffman's Wife Calls in Detective to Dust for Porcelain Particles on Dustin Hoffman's Tongue Songtext
von of Montreal

Your hands are on this
It′s unwound, thanks for asking
I very rarely get angry
Basically, I think you're fucked
You won′t know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sake, alive and bending
And bending
You make me so mad
You don't put it any effort I'm so sick of trying
I don′t want to give up on you
This is all the room I want
The bed is gone, of course, he blanked
I know my face below twigs crack
I watched the ball, and hit the ground
You won′t know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sake, alive and bending