there comes a time when you swim or sink
so i jumped in the drink
cause i couldn't make myself clear
maybe i wrote in invisible ink
oh i've tried to think
how i could've made it appear
but another illustration is wasted cause the
results are the same
i feel like a ghost
who's trying to move your hands
over some ouija board in the hopes
i can spell out my name
what some might take for magic at first glance
is just sleight of hand
depending on what you believe
something gets lost when you translate
it's hard to keep straight
perspective is everything
and i know now which is which
and what angle i ought to look at it from
i suppose i should be happy to be misread--
better be that than
some of the other things i have become
well, nobody wants to hear this take
the plot is cliched, the jokes are stale
and baby we've all heard it before
oh, i could get specific but
nobody needs a catalog
with details of a love i can't sell anymore
and aside from that,
this chain of reaction, baby, is losing a link
though i'd hope you'd know what
i tried to tell you, and if you don't
i could draw you a picture
in invisible ink
but nobody wants to hear this tale
the plot is cliched, the jokes are stale
and baby we've all heard it before
oh, i could get specific but
nobody needs a catalog
with details of a love i can't sell anymore