That's What I Do
That year we rented the cottage in Silverlake
The summer was brutal, the winter was mild
Your coldness tested the limits of what I could take
We mourned the loss of our only child
And I take care of business
And I take care of you
And I beg your forgiveness
Because that's what I do
You slipped out the backdoor for a cigarette
The ashes and filters were kept in an old mason jar
Ribbons of smoke drifted over your silhouette
I drifted away but nearly as far
And I revise 'til my mind aches
And I try and push through
And I cut 'til the skin breaks
Because that's what I do
The T.V. hums through the night like a lightning bug
The Christmas lights lay unstrung on the floor
Every cell of my body just wants you to touch me (please touch me)
I hung the mistletoe over the door
And I ignore the warning
And I swear I'll stay true
And I push down the longing
Because that's what I do
And I take care of business
And I take care of you
And I beg your forgiveness
Because that's what I do
That's what I do
