Your smile crossed my desk and I felt some kind of affection
But baby I'm just your accountant, and I'm accounting for some counting of the stars, I slipped my number to you and we hit a couple bars
Had a few arguments, made a few scars
Made some babies and bought a car

Where are we going? Where are we now?
I'm just a character in your bed, and I'm a little voice in your head
And I'm a petty little man in a suit and tie
And you haven't left your head for days I can barely leave you alone
But don't you worry darling I'll be home after my nine to five
Just eight hours honey won't you turn on some turkey music and jive
Try and remember when we used to be alive, yeah?

What's your scientific name, little reptilian
You're so manufactured your skin tastes like leather
You're so done up you'd melt in any kind of weather
When you're in my bed it's like a storm in your lace sweater
I can see what's underneath, and it's complementing everything I feel
What do I have to convince inside of you
To seal the deal
A bride wearing blue is a grooms refute
But if you can make me feel like this every night I'll suit up for you

And I'll forget my old life, I'll just make due
I'll forget my old life, I'll just think something up
I'll just recreate you
I'll place you inside of my mouth right next to my sweet tooth

Get out of my head, telephone ears
I'm not even trying to call you
But you're answering every line
Don't believe in god, but you're giving me signs

There's little cities in frames plastered throughout every hall
No corner of this house makes me feel alone, when I talk to myself the sounds just bounce of the walls
Little people in my head are grinding gears, making worlds in the back of my eyes
Everything on the other side slurs my words because I visit myself so often I'm going blind
It's the only place to hide here

Are you going to push me around when I'm king?
Feed me grapes as I roll around in my golden wheelchair?
Come to ease my every whim at the ring of a bell?
Are you going to ****** me with your perfume and let me run my fingers through your hair?

Will you pick me up and teach me how to dance?
Kick the wheelchair from underneath me and take me out to see the stars?
Pluck some funny shrooms from that log and open up my mind?

I know one day I will die
And every part of me will be pulled apart until I am rot and bones or a pile of ashes on top of a will the size of a tome
But I hope that it is in someone's home
And not just my own
But how can I ever trust that you'll never prefer to be alone?

I always hated the color of your emotions
On these dull and rainy days
Haven't seen the sun for months
Can somebody fax me the apocalypse
Can we just go back into a Big Crunch
Don't care about time anymore it just slips
Through my fingers

I'm not perfect like you think, I'm patchwork
My design has so many flaws and quirks
I'm made of skin and bones, some tell me if I'd try to swim I'd sink
Wish I was more of a liar so maybe I could float

What a tease you are in your little floral dress
And your needle and your thread and your thimble and the little squeaky noises from your rubber sneakers tread
Thought you were so cute when you'd ask me to drink my wine and eat my bread
Who knew a sip would turn into a bag and a loaf of bread

I hated how you looked up when I would look down
And the town felt like a bell tower full of time where I never heard the bell sound
And when you would close your ears it felt like a tsunami had hit my face and turned me into a zombie walking frown
Where my brain was so angry it turned red and filled with blood until I drowned

And there you sat that afternoon playing with your alabaster Barbie that oddly represented you
And you combed her hair and gave her a personality that you could choose
And you forgot all about the needle and thread, and all my patchwork of yellow and red and blue
You forgot all about me and if you would have mixed all the colors right you wouldn't have anything to lose
But here I am with my wiry string and my patchwork bruise
I've got smoke in my lungs and oil in my stomach fueling an industrial revolution that's way past due

All of you post modern girls
Flapping your wings, trying to get some kind of response out of me
You think you'll always get what you want
With your pigeon superstition
You want all the rings and shiny things
It's in your nature
And I wanna give you it all, it's in my nurture

I saw you curl up in your fettered feathers the other day
When the shadows of my figure on the floor resembled a hawk
You were so adorable, big eyed there, while you sawked
I ran my hands beneath your wings and you told me how safe it made you feel when I would talk

I saw you grow as your wingspan could finally reach around my waist
And you became brave and you faced the hawk
And taught him how to be a man
You taught him posture, you taught him how to stand
You got your ring, and all the other shiny things
And when I kissed you among that alter for everyone to see
You looked up and said, the only shiny thing you ever really wanted was me.

My forearms are sore
From pretending to grip hands that aren't there
And my head has become torn from all the eyes
That just stare

I remember those eyes were the reason I used to grow my hair long
So I could wear my blonde reflection as a safety blanket
And maybe no one would bother to ask how I was when that's exactly what I wanted
But that was a long time ago, and nothing's changed, and all these eyes are still quite haunting
But you didn't have to go out of your way to tell me that it's okay
Because I love you too much, and your words are too positive
And my negative little head is gravitating to you like a magnet
No matter how you may change me, my thoughts are still stagnant

Your computer eyes, can calculate me like I'm as simple as an algebraic equation
It makes me hate you when you can fix me and cure me of every abrasion
Why couldn't I be that strong by myself, why couldn't I take it
When you leave who's going to cover the scar you left
I'm no longer young like I used to be, I don't have that safety blanket
I'm just wearing you, and I'm wearing you down

Good thing it's getting colder cause I can't tell the difference in my heart
But inside of me somewhere my tears are running a watermill
And that's the only thing that keeps me going
That's the only thing that keeps me up late at night

Looking blank TV head
Antenna metal like aluminum sheds
Every squeeze and every bite
Of every guy on your promiscuous bed
Sheets that wave while your body sings lies
And your mother whispers her last lullabies

Cutting ties, no formal dinner
Back to bed, mapped hair, mind running on paint thinner
Head so tough, beat sounds a bit dimmer
Kisses only danced lists of wishes and hopes for a sinner
You'll never change, your touch will always simmer