More Than Toast

Is it efficient or does it kill

With the skill of a cluster bomb?

It'll take time, but you know it will

If I happen to live that long

If you would listen to me

Things wouldn't seem so gloomy

Now you keep jamming up the gears

And I can't see through the smears and

Everything's exactly as it appears

More, I love you more

I love you more than I did before

But now it's either or

Or neither nor, and when I think about you

I start turning green

And it shakes me up inside

'Cause it used to be the color of your eyes

Everywhere I go, I see your ghost

The Spirit of '91

You said you loved me more than toast

But less than a staple-gun

Is this the wrong direction?

That's such a stupid question, oh yeah

When you make a sacrifice

You're supposed to get a wish

Why does this only work in theory not practice?

More, I love you more

I love you more than I did before

But now, it's not allowed

You're not around

I know you going out and everything goes black

And I start to fall apart

It reminds me of the color of your heart

I miss you more than mud

Lost you more than blood

Knead you more than dough

I love you more than toast

More, I love you more

I love you more than I did before

But now, we're in a war

And what's it for?

I read your horoscope and everything is clear

And it feels a little weird

'Cause it used to be the color of your tears