She's Not my Girlfriend

Her heart is in my hand

It shivers like a toad

She tries to understand the

Tiny lump that's down inside her throat

It goes

Suck suck

Suck suck

Suck suck



Her head is in my lap

It twists and coughs and sings

Her hair is in my grasp

It hangs and swings like swollen strings

It goes

Suck suck

Suck suck

Suck suck



Her face is inside out

An open book report

I read what she's about

And she's filled with words that hurt

It goes

Suck suck

Suck suck

Suck suck



Sometimes I want her in

Sometimes I want her out

My perception of sin

Is filled with pain and fear and doubt



She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend

No no, I'm not who you think I am

She she, she isn't my girlfriend

No no, I'm not who you think I am



Her clothes are on the ground

A crumpled rainbow mass

She's scattered all around

And she's scattered now like broken glass

It goes

Suck suck

Suck suck

Suck suck



Sometimes I want her in

Sometimes I want her out

My perception of sin

Is filled with pain and fear and doubt



She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend

No no, I'm not who you think I am

She she, she isn't my girlfriend

No no, I'm not who you think I am



She she, she isn't my girlfriend