My Life

I thought you'd be there to straighten out my life
		But we crackled like celluloid in a dark room And the projections were fuzzy – murky and silent at best
And I'd wake up in the mornings to find you in the kitchen Wearing my clothes, the clothes that don't fit me anymore Yeah the clothes I buy don't fit me at all
		So I sent you a ring that doesn't fit And you let it slip from around your finger In the hope that you'd fill it With your heartfelt obligations and your stalwart dedication
Sometimes I'd catch myself in a mirror or a window And realize you don't look like me at all But still I'd pretend I was someone else for a while
		And you say how everything fades But you'll never give up trying to keep it new And when inspiration turns to grief, what will you do?
I'll think of something... I'll think of something
What can I do with a ring that doesn't fit? Should I let it slip from around my finger In the hopes that you'll fill it With heartfelt obligations and stalwart dedication		When I told you I couldn't love you anymore Could you bring yourself to hate? And throw out my old letters and the fake wedding ring?
And in your bed
		where horses look like witches
And the clock drowns out the crickets
		I'd really wonder why we were so scared
I guess I thought I was more like what you saw in me
I thought you'd be there to straighten out my life