All the blisters in my finger crook,
All the pages in my open book,
Are turned to you and all, stuck together,
All she really wants is limousines,
Power indie rock and Thorazine,
But I don't think that that makes me feel better, yeah.
Every time I try to fall in love,
I choose someone that I can't know,
Every time it's like a foot in glove,
And I don't know why,
But I know it's you.
All my Psychotronic magazines,
All my Devo-induced fever dreams,
Are making you learn to loathe me,
All those punk-rock boys you love so much,
And their prime microbrew's a crutch,
But in the end I know it's kinda tasty, yeah.
Every time I try to fall in love,
I choose someone that I can't know,
Every time it's like a foot in glove,
And I don't know why,
I only know it's you.
And I know you didn't ask me to feel this way,
And there's only one thing I'm scared to hear you say,
That's "you bore me",
But if that's true,
I won't hold it against you,
If that's the case,
Why don't you, ignore me,
Ignore, ignore me,
Ignore me.
And all my laboured ex-pat fantasy,
Quit your job and move away with me,
I know you're broke but I'd be glad to treat you.
All these stains are on my mattress pad,
All you ever did was make me mad,
And it's not your fault but,
I'd be glad if I could meet you.
Every time I try to fall in love,
I choose someone that I can't know,
Every time it's like a foot in glove,
And I don't know why,
I only know it's you,
It's you, it's you.