Clark
When rejection becomes obsession, your whole world is consumed
With photographs and epitaphs and her face painted on the moon
When rejection becomes obsession, you waste away the afternoon
Listening to Beck's ‘Sea Change' and stepping on balloons.
When rejection becomes obsession, you're awake in the wee small hours
Like Sinatra in '55, over your own Ava Gardner
When rejection becomes obsession, your disposition turns sour
You lose all will to live like her fading favourite flower.
Like a splinter in the soul
The likeness is unbearable
You only need one good pull to be free.
Like a splinter in the soul
The likeness is unbearable
You only need one good pull to be free.
When rejection becomes obsession, your blood is on the tracks
And the walls and the bridges and anything by Bacharach
When rejection's your only connection to a checkered past
You become the forgotten forgetting nothing ever lasts.
Like a splinter in the soul
The likeness is unbearable
Like a splinter in the soul, like a splinter in the soul.
TV's a drug that makes you dumb but if it helps me forget you then give me some
TV's a drug that makes you dumb but if it helps me forget you then give me some.