Have a lick, taste the plate Your tongue's infinite like a figure eight It all got a little hazy I've been wanting you to hate me Uh huh Have a drink, go to bed And I remember every word you said I've been writing songs while you sleep I've been counting all of your sheep Uh huh Ooh Ahh I never claimed to be a healer But I can make you feel better Ooh Ahh I never claimed to be a good man But you can share my weather I go out and stay up late I carved our names into a number plate I've been taking midnight walks Thinking about the way that you talk Uh huh Hold me up to the light I'll disappear into your dreams tonight Someone's on the other line Call me back another time Uh huh I can make you feel better