my guitar is out of tune
and i don’t know what to do
when the feedback has all died away
and i don’t know what to say
i met you once in a dream
and i don’t know what i’ve seen
and i don’t know what to say
but i say it anyway
you are the out of tune sting
in my life
and i can’t do a thing
about it
you are the missing link
you are the dirty sink you are
all that i’m not
and when you call my name
every night it’s the same
and every day when i wake up
our empty bed, your empty cup
and every time you speak my words
that i have left you in your purse
i hope you save them every day
i wish that you would appreciate
all of the things i’ve learned to hate
so i could see the beauty in life
through you
i wish that i would just die
so i could see your crying eyes
and suffer every mistake i’ve made
and i wish that you were a line
so i could lose you in a rhyme
and speak your life through my own words