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 began with concluding remarks
Picked up the pieces and examined the parts
Your words always cut when they're 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 your face and say the name, 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 each time
