falling up
broken heart (ghosts of seaside)
It's like a pencil with erasers at both ends I want it all but we're dealing in percents And these activities that you have engaged in This is the politics of seeing you dance with him We begin with concluding remarks Break up the pieces and examine the parts Your words always cut when they are cliche So here's my knife because I came for the buffet  This is the way it goes with you apart of it Nervously saying words that oh-so-tightly fit A mark beneath the chin I've caught you once again It's in the way you sell every word and phrase And leaving me to know how much the meaning weighs Saying that but meaning this Using hands for emphasis  You'd like to think that you're the best part of me But I confess there is nothing left of you here These parallels and silly games hide yoru face and say the name There's that smile again, you fake it and I follow you right in What a fool I've been, to fall for it every time