Why does my world Seem to crumble and curl Every time i start Picturing your face
And why does a stain Seem to cloud any gain I'm intending When i'm sending of your name?
And you won't want to hear this Because it's a shame I know it's a shame The keepsake ring you gave me Is now sitting at the thrift shop waiting to be born again
Why does my wrist Seem to point to a fist Every time i start Picturing your face
And why do i burn Still to have the final word It's so stupid And i know it sounds absurd
But you won't want to hear this Because it's a shame I know it's a shame That all those fond reflections Are now sitting in a fox lair? Buried under mud and rain
Why does my tongue Long to fire like a gun At just the slightest mention of your name
And why must it be That i feel so mch hate inside of me When i start thinking of you When i start thinking of you I keep thinking of you just the same
