Postcard Of A Painting

I'm losing more than I'll ever have
 I'm losing more than I'll ever give
 I'm losing more than I'll ever have
 I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you
 Picture me with you
 But you couldn't do it
 Everything I said
 was true but I couldn't prove it
 Your eyes are so big when they're so close
 Why can't we say goodbye in public?
 Your eyes are so big when they're so close
 Why can't we say goodbye in public?
 Picture me with you
 But you couldn't do it
 Everything I said
 was true but I couldn't prove it
 And I'll admit that there's a web
 But it wasn't me who spun it
 Now I've made my bed
 But you wouldn't lie down in it
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 I wrote my feelings down in a rush
 I didn't even check the spelling
 Enclosed a postcard of a painting
 You are just another thing that I've yet to fathom
 You are just another thing that I've yet to fathom
 And I'm losing more than I'll ever have
 And I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you
 Picture me with you
 But you couldn't do it
 Everything I said
 Was true but I couldn't prove it
 And I'll admit that there's a web
 But it wasn't me who spun it
 Now I've made my bed
 But you wouldn't lie down in it