I can never say you're wrong
It's as easy as off and on
You know it's true
Maybe I'm half asleep
It wouldn't even take a week
To convince you
But things are not like that
And there is no contract
Yet I can smell your hair still from the last time you were here
Perhaps what's left of me
Is invisible twice a week
From noon til three
So I will sing until the mistake
Reaches fingers down my throat
Will the image last forever
Or shrink into a mote
And I will dream like a nightmare
I will laugh until you cry
And all these sticky situations
Did they help make up your mind?
Holding back to you
Holding back is something I can't do
And each time when I looked
Each time when I looked it stayed the same
You're already gone
But I can't help but call
And time drips like mola**es from your hair onto your gla**es
It's okay to me
But my thoughts are like the breeze
That flow up and down the trees in through your hair into my lungs
So I can sing until the mistake
Reaches fingers down my throat
Will the image lasts forever
Or let shrink into a mote
If I could dream like a nightmare
I will laugh until you cry
And all these sticky situations
Did they help make up your mind?