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