my friend said he's coming home
but i've been waiting all day
think he's hit the blues again
he takes long walks when he's crying

i wonder if something went wrong
a little bit too late when it's
a quarter past four
maybe so, maybe so, just anxious
don't know what to do
counting down the hours
sitting on the kitchen floor

facing my oven to watch the pie
think i'm gonna eat before he's home
hope he doesn't hate me

i just don't know what to do now
all i wanna do is stuff my mouth
with sinful paradise
and fill my guiltless gut
with toxic parasites

my, oh, my lovely but silly crime
wonder if he'll hate me
what if i eat it all?
all of his pie

oh, well, it's too late now

too late now

too late now

too late now

just a little

maybe more

a lot more

more

more

more

and again

and again

don't stop 'til i'm satisfied
i always ruin my life