And I've woke up in a kitchen before,
not knowing how I ended up on the tile floor.
I've been drunk and I've been crazy,
I've been living life so dangerously.
Yeah, I've been drinkin,
you've been waiting patiently.

And I've woke up in pieces
on more than a few occasions.
On abandon ships with bandaged wrists
after days without communication.
David Beckham aint got shit on me,
this bender's gonna last another week.

But you still wrap me in your gauze
and pull the thorns from my paw.
Cause I'm always so fragile,
always just so goddamn breakable,
and somehow you make the bleeding stop.

And I've woke up in a foxhole once or twice.
In a bandit's hat, in a bathtub full of ice.
I'm always up in arms,
all I wanted was to wake up in your arms,
I bet that that would be nice,
but I suppose this futon will suffice.

Wrap me in your gauze
and pull the thorns from my paw.
Cause I'm always so flammable,
just so goddamn combustable,
and somehow you put me out in one drop.

And the cooler containing my kidney has a bottle and two flutes
of champagne for me and you.
Yeah, the cooler containing my kidney is filled with
moderately priced champagne for two.

And the cooler with my heart in a tinfoil swan
has gotta be somewhere around here too.