Running back from the parlor My head underwater again Caught in the headlock You brought to a knife fight, and then Criminal clash Four words, quick touch Hmmm, mmmm, mmmm Blow the rooves off the houses That come with their spouses, and I Watch it all from the window The terrified neighbors go by Shooting blanks, in their yard Still they don't go too far Curse the fist, love the bruise Blame it on your tattoos Sit in silence with Sylvia Plath Still look like your mom With your makeup all gone You should call before things get too bad Kleptomaniacal face in the mirror Memorizing the tiles above the bath I've got a good thing going Wearing holes in all my shoes Cryin' pretty at the movies When the hero looks like you Soaked in temporary crazy I'll exploit and then discard 'Til my words are all but buried With the dog in my backyard The boys have all been fleeing since the summer rolled around Don't they know the world is over everywhere by now I gotta know if the angels really have a thousand eyes Everything I hate about myself is just you in disguise I've got a feelin' I watch you leavin'