Dustin Hoffman's Wife Calls in Detective to Dust for Porcelain Particles on Dustin Hoffman's Tongue - Of Montreal

Your hands are on this

It’s unwound, thanks for asking

I very rarely get angry

Basically, I think you’re fucked

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, and hit the ground

You won’t know I wrote this song about you

For goodness sake, alive and bending