Texty: Rainer Maria. A Name Like Poison.

her name's like poison to my ears,
so why'd you leave her pictures out?
and i know i'm back where i should have left,
but i seem to be good at cultivating doubt.

and i can't remember when i took on this original debt.
and it may be self-absorption,
but her name's like poison to my ears,
and no one really owns this town.
you can avoid a certain street,
but unexpectedly it comes as a reminder
of the picture of her hand reaching.

i should remember that now we're at a critical depth.
and somewhere, there's another picture of me and the heartache that some other girl resents.

somewhere, somewhere,
is the heartache that some other girl resents.
somewhere, somewhere.

i like my imagination,
and i'm really good at singing about the past.
like the sailor and the sirens,
i could go overboard.
so babe, you gotta tie me to the mast.

somewhere, somewhere--
babe, you gotta tie me to the mast.
somewhere, somewhere--
babe, you gotta tie me.

her name's like poison to my ears,
so why'd you leave her pictures out?