The Things You Love - Bent Knee

Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs

They sit inside of boxes

Getting buried and stepped on

Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs

You bring home more and more

To keep you company

Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs

We all learned shame

Like we had a crush on the teacher

Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs

I keep waving for your attention

But you just won’t look up

The kids show the creases in their foreheads

Your husband don’t know what to do

He drinks ‘til he can’t see you

We’re all scared we’re losing you

Because the things you love have no pulses, give no hugs…