PSYCHOLOGY

there’s no light on the answering machine—
i can’t believe it’s this late;
got dressed up in my Sunday best just to wait

and everytime someone walked in the lounge
at the time and place we’d agreed—
i never got to look at the book i pretended to read

i’m no good at this; take a look—i can’t read you like a book;
spell it out for me: make it clear

i understand that your no-show tonight
is no cause to be concerned,
but every time we get this close we get diminishing returns

so think of all the trains i’ll miss
while waiting for this one that took a detour or got derailed
it ain’t ever gonna come

i’m no good at this; take a look—i can’t read you like a book;
so it’s fun, fun, fun ‘til the cows come home
i’m confused beyond belief—
we’re having too much fun together to see the real underneath
it’s fun, fun, fun ‘til the cows come home
i’m confused beyond belief—
we’re having too much fun together to see the real underneath

you must know what you’re doing to me
you know i’ll keep hanging around;
i know there are other fish in the sea,
but throw me a rope or else i’m gonna drown

there’s one light on the answering machine—
i didn’t even hear the phone
my heart fell for the false alarm of a dial tone
i’ll leave that certain table for two with one empty chair
and one last time, look over my shoulder—
but of course, no one’s there

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