Texty: Aimee Mann. I'm With Stupid. Ray.

Ray, as of today I can't say things will ever be the same
And that could be a shame
'Cause though I think I know
Another lonely exile when I see one
And you appear to be one
Still

I'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found
If you've got it to spare
I'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel
'Cause I ought to be there
And Ray, what can I say
You don't know me and it's just wishful thinking
To keep myself from sinking
Hence, no evidence
To support any theory I have handy
That you could understand me
And so

I'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found
If you've got it to spare
I'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel
'Cause I ought to be there
'Cause you're as bad off as me
And Ray, can we repay
Ourselves for days that we've lost through indecision
With one of recognition
If so, then here I go
'Cause some things you know
And some you just believe in
And hope it comes out even

I'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found
If you've got it to spare
I'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel
'Cause I ought to be there
I ought to be there
I ought to be there