Passing off words as his own, her images don't make sense
Sometimes I wish that they'd say what it is that they meant
Flowers on Valentine's Day, he's got me on his arm
She's having all of my fun cuz you didn't get my card
Jigsaw of follies that fell right into place with you
Hours of doing nothing on the floor of your room
Secrets and songs to play and nothing but long afternoon
To smoke out the signals that spell out how I feel for you
I know that everything's got to come to an end
You make me think that I could stand all that pain again