Naked in the kitchen (Remix by CenturyNew)

Barefoot on the cold tile floor, the fridge coughs through another empty morning and counts every hour I stayed up One glass has lipstick on the rim, one never got touched, and the tequila's still unopened beside the sink Pulse looks fine Life says pending Phone lights up "You awake?" from a name I almost know I let it ring Till the screen goes dark The dog's old bowl is by the door I still step around it without thinking Funny what survives When everything else leaves Looking good naked in the kitchen As if somebody's almost coming home Every pair of headlights checks the window Slows down, then keeps going Mail stacked up beside the toaster Morning's getting closer I'm wasting A good naked On an empty apartment Looking good naked in the kitchen Headshots sit under takeout menus, and the past due bill keeps playing harmless while my bank account runs a fever The magnet says "Follow your dreams," but the landlord wants numbers, not a story about potential Next door, the television laughs Somebody else is living I'm good at six d*** things None of them pay rent The nice ones miss the symptoms The bad boys read me quick I keep calling heat a cure Then act surprised when I get sick Good naked (Good naked) In the kitchen (In the kitchen) Still waiting Still waiting Good naked (Good naked) Looking good naked in the kitchen As if somebody's almost coming home Small shapes cross the ceiling above me Then vanish when a car moves on I hear the ice maker answer I ask it one more question I'm wasting A good naked On an empty apartment Looking good naked in the kitchen Good naked Good naked In the kitchen Wait... What was his name? The guy from last Tuesday Didn't matter Wednesday (Tsk) Some men leave flowers Some leave a shirt on the chair Some leave nothing Except another password in my phone I can list every side effect I can name each bad reaction I still take what hurts the most And call it treatment Maybe tomorrow I answer somebody Maybe tomorrow I answer myself Looking good naked in the kitchen Sunlight pouring through the blinds Making every bruise look warmer Than it really is The drink went cold The phone stays quiet The fridge keeps humming My pulse keeps time Still believing Somebody's gonna walk right in Still knowing I might not answer him Looking good naked in the kitchen No witness in the room Just me inside this body Trying not to leave it too Nobody's ever seen me This beautiful