Moving Pictures

Last night I saw a movie
And I thought about how many movies I′ve seen at your house
Excuse me if I’m rude, but I′d rather that we just strike from the record
Ones I’d see again without you
Leaning on my shoulder
Distracting me from the plotline

Where can I go when I want you around
But I can’t stand to be around you
Go home, I′ll walk myself to you
I′ll walk myself away from here
Go to hell

Is all I thought for seven weeks
But I grew out of that phase, looking at these broken photographs of
People looking glossed, just like the way I could remember a summer ago

Where can I go when I want you around
But I can’t stand to be around you
Go home, I′ll walk myself to you
I’ll walk myself away from here
Call me back

I′m pleading with a ball of cork in my head
It wouldn’t be the first time
My pillow has been mistaken

Where can I go when I want you around
But I can′t stand to be around you
Go home, I’ll walk myself to you
I’ll walk myself away from here

Can′t stand to be around you
Around you
Around you
Can′t stand to be around you
I can’t stand
Can′t stand
To be around you
Around you
Around you
Around you