Evan Dando - My Idea lyrics

Well, I see that we're coming to the end of the affair And well there's one final favour to ask of you, my dear Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end And tell our friends that it was my idea I can't adjust to the life of endless afternoon Which one of us lives in this room I take a bus to the clinic every thursday But the experts won't know what the f** to do So if you hear someone calling at the bottom of the stairs Will you sing a song to me in a voice that I can hear Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end