Klepto

Running back from the parlor
 My head underwater again
 Caught in the headlock
 you brought to a knife fight, and then
 Criminal clash
 Four words, quick touch
 Hmmm, mmmm, mmmm
 Blow the rooves off the houses
 That come with their spouses, and I
 Watch it all from the window
 The terrified neighbors go by
 Shooting blanks, in their yard
 Still they don't go too far
 Curse the fist, love the bruise
 Blame it on your tattoos
 Sit in silence with Sylvia Plath
 Still look like your mom
 With your makeup all gone
 You should call before things get too bad
 Kleptomaniacal face in the mirror
 Memorizing the tiles above the bath
 I've got a good thing going
 Wearing holes in all my shoes
 Cryin' pretty at the movies
 When the hero looks like you
 Soaked in temporary crazy
 I'll exploit and then discard
 'Til my words are all but buried
 With the dog in my backyard
 The boys have all been fleeing since the summer rolled around
 Don't they know the world is over everywhere by now
 I gotta know if the angels really have a thousand eyes
 Everything I hate about myself is just you in disguise
 I've got a feelin'
 I watch you leavin'