He walks around my sentence, and he give me back no word
He talks to me in echoes, and it makes my mind absurd
To him, love is a turnstile to a supermarket store
And he's just movin' through it; going shopping, nothing more
Each time that I reach out to him, he moves out of reach
I ask him what he really wants, and he says, "one of each"
To him, I'm just a sometime thing he came across one day
A paper cup you used to drink, and then you throw away
I know it's time for me to go
Or I could lose my way
I know it's time for me to go
It's too much pain to stay
He'd listen to my music, and he'll rearrange my song
He writes down all my tender lines, and gets the spelling wrong
To him, life is a bad old joke he's a-heard ten times before
He lives it just to be polite; as a favor, nothing more
I know it's time for me to go
Or I could lose my way
I know it's time for me to go
It's too much pain to stay
I know, I know, I know, it's time to go
Or I could lose my way
I know it's time for me to go
It's too much pain to stay
