Give me back
my pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
of depress
and i hope you know
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know
So put another penny in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of a kiss
I hope she knows
Staring at a parisian sex flick
where the characters don't meet
the characters don't speak
and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding
So put another penny in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of my fist
I hope she knows
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet
On phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying about
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing
There's always one more thing
If I can't have you no one will
Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?
I keep you jealously to myself