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