picture, picture

dog in the manger

always a danger

you got me so

so wrong

so what? so long. don't be a stranger. it had barely started out before it started heading south

in the neverending story of the love that dare not shut its mouth

i get the picture

i think i get it

i think i know

i wish i didn't

i think i get it. behind the curtain

we got to flirting

it was a gateway drug

it's disconcerting

even now

when i'm still driving by your house

when it's late at night and the lights are out

and i saw somebody sneaking in your side door

i'm just wondering who you think

you are fooling with such a tired myth

that says some people are better off alone

than with a steppin' stone

i get the picture

i think i get it

i think i know

i wish i didn't

i think i get it. why do you insist on being such a girl about it?

you said you hoped we could still be friends. i doubt it. no one owes a debt. index finger

second fret: another song

a torch to warm the winter of our disconnect

now i'm still trying to decide

between thwarted lust and wounded pride

when i see your absence everywhere i look

and even when i close my eyes

i get the picture

i think i get it

i think i know

i wish i didn't

wish i could be cold

like certain people up in the mixture

i get the picture

i think i get it.