Blueprints for Heaven Willi Carlisle

We plug in our outlets, we lock the backdoor
We're gonna do our own dishes, pile clothes on the floor
Our bank accounts are separate, our beds are the same
She'll take my affection, but she won't take my name

I make dinner for one, and that's mostly my plan
Coors Lite from the bottle, cheese from the can
She comes home from the barroom and the handsome young men
Her lovin' makes me love her again and again

But if you go to the backroom, you might be surprised
We're so happy together we got tears in our eyes

If there's a blueprint for heaven it's too dark to read
And that's why we're together if it ain't meant to be
A light for the darkness, a house that's burnin' down
If there's a blueprint for heaven we'll build it somehow

When the bonfire was over, there was ash in her hair
She was cryin' and lonesome and ashamed I was there
If you think it's all roses, buddy boy you don't know
There's a heart-shaped place where old loves used to go

And I'm all pecker and feet, she's all ticker and brain
She can sniff out my bullshit from ten miles away
We're carvin' our way, but the kitchen knife's dull
We drank the whole bottle of glasses half-full