By Genre

As I wander through my world And I trip and tie my shoe I wish you weren't here I've fallen from your shoelace That you dangled from your window Suspended till the wind blew Count the records on my shelf I've organized them all by genre It's no use when you're around All you ever choose is that Which your little eye catches first So I learned to move them around Revolving in my soul In rainbows you appear I wish you weren't here Now she's leaving home But before I reach the phone I stop to think it over It can't be over, oh no In the absence of my mind And my shoes, and my car I sit here idly I delete my favorite voicemail That you left me Stub my toenail on my bed I start to cry Believe it or not I rarely think about you I wouldn't believe it, no I think about you sometimes I think about you often I'm thinking about you now As you wander through my door And start taking off your clothes I go to choose a record But trip on your shoelace You beat me to the shelf She said, she said "Watch yourself" I laid back on the floor There's nothing I love more