I got your message today, isn't it hard to be recumbent again?
He comes and ruins your day, a shove in the side enough to drive you insane
But when you go to talk about your fling
You make it great, make it a brilliant thing
It never ends when you're bored, curious and unsure
I saw the photographs too, frozen reminders of what interest can do
Of how he gave it to you, a generous fool forgets how hard he can bruise
But when you go to talk about your fling
You make it great, make it a brilliant thing
It never ends when you're bored, curious and unsure
Inside-out, you just stay silent
Playing mind-games with yourself
Always get by on the lies
Say it won't last, it will pa**
It's alright, alright, it's just hard to be recumbent again
He comes and ruins your day, a shove in the side enough to drive you insane
But when you go to talk about your fling
You make it great, make it a brilliant thing
It never ends when you're bored, curious and adored
You can, you can
You can, you can