Baby, you're so smart
Because you keep it simple.
But you've got locked-in syndrome
when it comes to drawin' lines.

Baby, you keep it simple
with darts as answers
with sweet nothings on Wednesdays
with no calls on Fridays
no more.

And you say you get mad
when I
"hypothesize"
which I thought was
"facing the facts"
You're so clever baby.

Baby, you keep it simple
by putting me on hold,
Just me and the dial tone
for days, weeks, months at a time.

Baby, you keep it simple
when we break up
but you keep squeezin'
i-miss-you's
here and there, like you had too many
nothings to spare.

Baby, you keep it simple
by keeping me on my toes
by not hearing my pillow woes
when I clutch the blankets at 2 am
on the dot every morning
to look for your name
to find blank screens.

Baby, you keep it simple.
So baby please, stop painting the roses red.