You said you wanted someone just like me
you let me read it in your diary
I'd like to write this out of history
it was an awkward patch
I had an itch to scratch
We spent the summer kissing
in a basement room
learning all the rules
you made them up as you went along
and then your pa**ion cooled
you really had me fooled
I'm not gonna be around
you better write this down
I'm gonna leave without a sound
you better write this down
I didn't really need to hear the facts
but you know me I couldn't help but ask
and now you're telling me I need to relax
I chose the warmest day
to rain on your parade
I learned to love the sickly sweet
in order to meet
all of my body's needs
you swore to keep me in your nest
how could you tell a lie
about the birth of a child?
I won't always be around...
day by day we a**emble it all
and then we tear it away
Stealing post-punk posters
from your sister's room
(you opened your diary
I wish you'd never shown me)
Gossamer voices rising from speakers
in a prefabricated plume
Here's an entry for your diary:
dictation - are you ready?
I'm not gonna be around
you better write this down
I'm gonna leave without a sound
you better write this down