Whatever you've got left, I'd like to take it home.
Pretend we cleared our plates, so that they won't get thrown,
Because I can't believe in just another sorry night alone,
To fess up and just face it always seems overtly overblown.

I think we've been fooled twice,
Once again, nevermind, don't take my advice.

Whatever you've got left, I'd like to make it mine,
So I can have my fill whenever I get time.
Portioned out, sinking in, round the block, back again,
All this time just to fall back down again.

And whether we understand
Or how we field this hand,
I'll always need you,
I'll always need you to forgive me for what I'm about to do.

Goodnight, Irene,
Beheaded queen.
If I'm being mean,
Just don't watch the screen.
You're better off alone,
Than making up a home,
Out of paper and kerosene.

Lyrics submitted by PinsNeedles

Leftovers song meanings
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