This one has paisley wallpaper
And flea market furniture carefully restored
You've got John Prine singing on the stereo
And I'm feeling temporarily adored
We're sitting here in bed eating breakfast
I say "Quit offering more cups of tea"
I know you don't have it in you to love me
For more than a few weeks
I understand that perfectly

I can take some kindness
And chew it like a bone
And I can live on that
I'm used to foster homes

Life can hit you hard sometimes
A little comfort is a sweet sweet thing
But now I look for the hidden expiration date
Permanence is not what I'm expecting

I am stronger than you think
I can easily sleep alone
And I can live like that
I'm used to foster homes

It's awkward now but it's still kind of precious too
Relax, sit back, and drop your good host smile
Tell me what you've always wanted to tell a friendly stranger
It's safe-I'll just be here awhile

I am stronger than you think ...