Last night i saw a movie,
and i thought about how many movies i've seen at your house
excuse me if i'm rude
but i'd rather that we just strike out the record ones i'd see again without
you
leaning on my shoulder, distracting me from the plotline

where can i go when i want you around,
but i can't stand to be around you?
"go home", i'll walk myself to you
ill walk myself away from here

"go to hell." is all i thought for seven weeks,
but I grew out of the phase of looking at these broken photographs of
people looking glossed, just like the way i could remember, a summer ago

where can i go when i want you around,
but i can't stand to be around you?
"go home", i'll walk myself to you
ill walk myself away from here

"call me back." i'm pleading with a ball of cork in my head
it wouldn't be the first time
my pillow has been mistaken

where can i go when i want you around,
but i can't stand to be around you?
"go home", i'll walk myself to you
ill walk myself away from here

can't stand to be around you
around you
around you
can't stand to be around you
can't stand, i can't stand
to be around you
around you
around you
around you
around you