i'm just trying to figure into her picture
 she thinks there's something very
 wrong with me she may be right
 there's nothing left nothing but
 emptiness in my refrigerator she gets
 very quiet when i say that i'm getting
 flustered and i may need out she
 knows there's something very wrong
 with me as i walk out and slam the
 door to the back of her car

 when she's not around i feel so very
 down, up, and all around and ever
 since i lost her i've been found

 she still has a great figure and i'm still
 trying to figure into her picture she
 knows there's something very wrong
 with me but is it right to throw it all
 away in the trash compactor

 she thinks i said i believe in her but i
 really said i'll be leaving her

 now its the morning of my departure and i'm sad that she's sad now we're both sad isn't
 that sad she fulfills my greatest fears, i push a tear as she squeezes one last goodbye from
 the juicer