Of Montreal Dustin Hoffman's Wife Calls Detective to Dust for Porcelain Particules Lyrics

Your hands are on this
It's unwound, thanks for asking
I very rarely get angry
Basically, I think you're f___ed
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, it hit the ground
You won't know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sake, alive and bending