I know things have changed
We talk amongst ourselves much different girl
Won't you please just listen to me
We are breaking everything we get our hands upon
But you've still got to listen to me
Think of things you like
Like leather pants, whipped cream and pies
Parting gifts and braiding my hair
Won't you stick around for just a little longer like you used to
Like a nail on the door
My face grows longer when I don't see you
A Little bit longer, a little bit longer
Like the ends of scissors
Spreading further just like us ready to cut, but
Why can't I see this it's all so clear
Things are gonna be different now
We were talking on the telephone last night
It was so awkward
Like a baby giraffe
We were stumbling over words
We couldn't speak our minds
Like when we first met
Have you met another boy, perhaps he looks just like me
Like a nail on the door
Like a rock he's tough you'll never break his skin
But you can bend him, like flowers in the wind
My face grows longer when I don't see you
Little bit longer, little bit longer
Like the ends of scissors
Spreading further, just like us ready to cut, but
Why can't I see this it's all so clear
Things are gonna be different now
(And I'll save my love til the end)