Polarity Testo

She blames it all on bi-polarity.
She only really loves one side of me.
She says I'm drinking too excessively.
And I don't seem to care.
She walks down Bowery with headphones on.
She smokes a cigarette and sings along.
She takes a train home at the break of dawn.
And I'm not even there.
Is it really me?
Is it really you?
Is there really anything that we can do, girl?
Miss popularity
Mister independently
I don't think that we can be together.
ANYMORE.
There is a picture on the bedroom wall.
One night outside Radio Music Hall.
I held the camera out and stood real tall
I stared while she smiled.
But I keep making her mascara bleed.
She keeps runnin' for the telephone every time I leave.
She says, I don't know you, boy. Do you know me?
I say, you misdialed.
She says, I love you, when she's insecure.
I don't say anything if I'm not sure.
She won't stop crying, when I look at her,
Saying, why don't you love me?
She plays her records and her lullabies.
Pretty Mouth, baby, and Green My Eyes.
She hides her secrets, till I say goodbye.
She's leaving me empty.