Fall in love
With a fiction that you found on the internet
It's the trendy thing to do
Call it off
Just when things were getting good
Getting good is better when you have nothing to do with it
Make my bed
Fill my head
With heavy hearted hopes about the way that things should go
Mixing pictures on a tabletop
A splinter in monotony
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You give it all away for free
Going out
Just to saw you didn't not
Drinking in another night that looks piss but tastes alright
Call a cab
The MTA is burning down
Dusting off some magazines
Some scissors and some make believe
Mixing pictures on a tabletop
A splinter in monotony
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You give it all away for free
When you talk
I'll listen
It's the least that I could do
And I'm sure that they're missing
Everything I see in you
