Eliza

I've less friends than I’d like you to believe Old photographs I would never let you see Oh, what would you think of me In my loose and light blue jeans I bet you'd like Eliza more than me For in that short amount of time When your mind failed to remember mine Eliza built a home in the back of my mind E-L-I-Z-A, is that all you have to say? There's only you to blame But I know I pushed him away E-L-I-Z-A, why does it have to go your way? They say it’s in my head But my imagination's dead Will I find comfort taking pictures off the wall? Now I see her in the background of them all She's serving me in coffee shops Waiting at my bus stop Planted in my train of thought And she's never getting off For in that sort amount of time When your mind failed to remember mine Eliza built a home in the back of my mind E-L-I-Z-A, is that all you have to say? There's only you to blame But I know I pushed him away E-L-I-Z-A, why does it have to go your way? They say it's in my head But my imagination's dead Maybe he could lie for a living Maybe I could try to forgive him Maybe I could take what he's giving Maybe I could try not to miss him Or maybe I could move to Eliza’s town Maybe I could dye my hair dark brown Maybe I could talk more Maybe I could talk less Maybe I could leave this to rest E-L-I-Z-A, I am not the victim of your ways The girl you led astray Is going to be okay E-L-I-Z-A, is that all you have to say? There’s only you to blame But I know I pushed him away E-L-I-Z-A, why does it have to go your way? They say it's in my head But my imagination’s dead