Linger

If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.
I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,
It's tearing me apart, it's ruining everything.

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

Birthplace

I only have this one body

But I write, and I call when I can

And in the dust of the infinite lobby

I think of you, my friends

And my love is not an object

That rusts with lack of use

Suited perfectly for its purpose

As the day I gave it to you

It is a fresh page, it is a sharp knife

It is a cold call, it is an alibi

You are a universe of faces

But sometimes I go it alone

Fill my arms with what I can carry

And my body is my home

And if I lock on to a strange face

I see an ancient sun, I see my birthplace

And forgive me for my silence

I forget the follow through

And any lie I ever told you

Was to seek a better truth

You are a suitcase I never unpacked;

I am a green shirt that never left your back

We live in black and white, on a telephone pole

I can read the letters eyes closed