Pain - Put 'Em Back Lyrics
Put your tears back into your eyesAdjust your hairI am in no mood for theatricsOr fake despairIt almost makes me hungerFor symbols, signs, and semaphore.Subtle shades of metaphor too ingenious to ignore.Instead of that you sit there and cry,You moan, you lie.You crumple like an old piece of tinfoilYou claim youll die.What the hell possessed me to ever catch a date with you?I should have known that it was wrongTo trust the judgment of my schlong.Put your tears back (your tears back), yeah.I hate the way you drool when you talkI hate your clothes.Moses knows his roses and I knowIts time to go.Thirty-Something episodes,Forced amusement at your joes.Daisy chains and yogurt stainsSneaking under windowpanes.You think Im not aware of your scriptSo well rehearsedThe close-up camera follows your lipstickBack in your purse.If you were better at itThen maybe we could still be friends,Write and talk and keep in touchAs it is I hate your guts!Put your tears back (your tears back) yeah.
