Postcard of a Painting

I'm losing more than I'll ever have

I'm losing more than I'll give

I'm losing more than I'll ever have

I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you

Picture me with you

But you couldn't do it

Everything I said

Was true but I couldn't prove it

Your eyes are big when they're so close

Why can't we say goodbye in public?

Your eyes are big when they're so close

Why can't we say goodbye in public?

Picture me with you

But you couldn't do it

Everything I said

Was true but I couldn't prove it

And I'll admit that there's a web

But it wasn't me who spun it

Now I've made my bed

But you wouldn't lie down in it

I wrote my feelings down in a rush

I didn't even check the spelling

Enclosed a postcard of a painting

You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom

Oh, you are just another thing I've yet to fathom

And I'm losing more than I'll ever have

I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you

Picture me with you

You couldn't do it

Everythin' I said

Was true but I couldn't prove it

And I'll admit that there's a web

But it wasn't me who spun it

Now I've made my bed

But you wouldn't lie down in it