Grease-Stained Valentine

Clock in Same old siren Name tag Faded blue Steel boots Metal shavings But my hands think of you Hairnet lunch at the corner Change counted in my palm Everyone talks about leaving I just want your calm I ain't got diamonds Just dirt on my hands Smell like machine oil Dust And old fans But when you smile at me I swear I feel rich You turn this tired kid into something that fits Yeah I punch that card You punch my heart Grease-stained valentine You're my favorite part We share cheap soda refills Sit on the loading dock Your laugh cuts through the sirens Soft against the clock You ask what I am dreaming I say Just getting through But truth is on my tongue tip My whole dream is you I ain't got diamonds Just dirt on my hands Smell like machine oil Dust And old fans But when you smile at me I swear I feel rich You turn this tired kid into something that fits Yeah I punch that card You punch my heart Grease-stained valentine You're my favorite part Maybe I'm simple Maybe that's fine I only want one thing To see your eyes find mine (oh yeah) If love is that big word They use in those shows Then it's sitting right here In my work clothes I ain't got diamonds Just dirt on my hands Smell like machine oil Dust And old fans But when you smile at me I swear I feel rich You turn this tired kid into something that fits Yeah I punch that card You punch my heart Grease-stained valentine You're my favorite part