Criminal Baker - Brown Shoe

If I had a document of every moment and everything you said

How would that story have read

I might be dying but you sure do look like death

You’re an inpatient patient without much use for me

Bottle it bottle it up

Even though you’re right just bottle it up

Wish I was a criminal baker and I could bake you a pie

The kind of pie that would steal your insides

Wish I was a roll of the dice

So that everything was a surprise

Wish I was more direct so that my love wasn’t implied

Bottle it bottle it up

I came here to let go but since we’re here

why don’t we give it a go like we’ve done before