Moving Pictures

Last night I saw a movie
& I thought about 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 like that way I do 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 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 cant 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
Can't stand, I can't stand
To be around you
Around you
Around you
Around you
Around you