Out of Habit

The butter melts out of habit The toast isn't even warm The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt Play out a scene they've played So many times before I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning From a bar on the east side of town And the coffee is just water dressed in brown Beautiful but boring He visited me yesterday He noticed my fingers And asked me if I would play I didn't really care a lot But I couldn't think of a reason why not I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay My thighs have been involved in many accidents And now I can't get insured And I don't need to be lured by you My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal And now you don't have to ask Because you know how I feel You know how I feel Art is why I get up in the morning But my definition ends there And it doesn't seem fair That I'm living for something I can't even define There you are right there In the meantime I don't want to play for you anymore Show me what you can do Tell me what are you here for I want my old friends I want my old face I want my old mind Fuck this time and place The butter melts out of habit --- Out of Habit - Ani DiFranco