I Can't Make Heads Or Tails Of It, But I Think I Win

January 24, 2008 - Thursday
I Can’t Make Heads Or Tails Of It, But I Think I Win
Current mood: betrayed
Category: Music

A slap in the face for a laceration on the wrist
Haven't you learned your lesson?
You have to discover the reason we coexist
And lend me your ears

A little white lie; it wont hurt
Some cover-up and aspirin
Why do you always avert the truth?
Ill order no common sense and Ephedrine

[Chorus:]
He said [x3]
I'm the method to his madness
One for the road and one for my aching head
Babe, you're on the way to my sadness
It takes two to play in the bed, love

All that glitters is not gold
So why do you go diggin?
Dog-eat-dog, boy-eat-words
If its not one thing it's another, lying + denying

You're a blessing in disguise
Start acting your age
And stop pretending to cry
Guys like you are a dime a dozen

[Chorus:]
He said [x3]
I'm the method to his madness
One for the road and one for my aching head
Babe, you're on the way to my sadness
It takes two to play in the bed, love

Ambulance chasing is so last summer
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
You're out of sight, but are you out of mind?
If only, if only I could make you mine

You say you're going out on the town
Some say you're out of your element
I say you're out on a limb
But I can't preach to the choir if they don't want to sing

[Chorus:]
He said [x3]
I'm the method to his madness
One for the road and one for my aching head
Babe, you're on the way to my sadness
It takes two to play in the bed, love