Clean, Incubus

Today, everything was fine fine fine
Until roundabout quarter to 9 Suddenly I found myself in a bind
Was it something I said?
Something I read and manifested that's getting you down
Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried

Say what you will
Say what you mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean

Tomorrow, what price will I pay
Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed
Would you then give me the time of day
I need a map of your head, translated into english
So I can learn to not make you frown
Feel better if you vent
Put your frustrations into four letter words And let them out on my, the most weathered ears in town