She blames it all on bi-polarity
She only really loves one side of me
She says I'm drinking too excessively
And I don't seem to care
She walks down Bowery with headphones on
She smokes a cigarette and sings along
She takes a train home at the break of dawn
And I'm not even there
Is it really me?
Is it really you?
Is there really anything that we can do, girl?
Miss popularity
Mister independently
I don't think that we can be together
Anymore
There is a picture on the bedroom wall
One night outside Radio Music Hall
I held the camera out and stood real tall
I stared while she smiled
But I keep making her mascara bleed
She keeps runnin' for the telephone every time I leave
She says, I don't know you, boy. Do you know me?
I say, you misdialed
She says, I love you, when she's insecure
I don't say anything if I'm not sure
She won't stop crying, when I look at her
Saying, why don't you love me?
She plays her records and her lullabies
Pretty Mouth, baby, and Green My Eyes
She hides her secrets, till I say goodbye
She's leaving me empty