Moving Pictures

last night i saw a movie,

and i thought about how many movies i've seen at your house

excuse me if i'm rude

but i'd rather that we just strike out the record ones i'd see again without you

leaning on my shoulder, distracting me from the plotline



where can i go when i want you around,

but i can't stand to be around you?

"go home", i'll walk myself to you

ill walk myself away from here



"go to hell." is all i thought for seven weeks,

but I grew out of the phase of looking at these broken photographs of

people looking glossed, just like the way i could remember, a summer ago



where can i go when i want you around,

but i can't stand to be around you?

"go home", i'll walk myself to you

ill walk myself away from here



"call me back." i'm pleading with a ball of cork in my head

it wouldn't be the first time

my pillow has been mistaken



where can i go when i want you around,

but i can't stand to be around you?

"go home", i'll walk myself to you

ill walk myself away from here



can't stand to be around you

around you

around you

can't stand to be around you

can't stand, i can't stand

to be around you

around you

around you

around you

around you