I see a scarecrow figure
she walks into her apartment
The door slams and there's a mirror behind her
In the reflection of that mirror
there's a letter on the bed she can't read,
her green eyes focus through tears
Sometimes it's hard for her to realize
with her back turned their all laughing
He sits alone with his pad and his pen,
he can't help but write all of his songs about her
But it doesn't matter what they say about her
Their lives have been shatteredon the stage of desire
The hammer drops, the mood explodes
Her friends clearly see a pattern,
a distinction in her daily habits
She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep
She cries out in the night for passion,
there's something there that she needs
All of these things will turn into dust
Please lets keep this separation simple enough
to keep my reputation from being mangled
Why should I bite my tongue for you
when all you do is poison the truth,
about how I use to treat you like a punching bag
Well, maybe then I guess I should have
And maybe then that would be enough
to account for all the stuff you have put me through
And maybe then you would stop bothering yourself
with Libras and lions, you never know where it is
Honestly Pixie I believe I found what was missing,
a piece that actually fits without all the forcing
Now you're dying to love me through my friends