Down the Drain

I know why the writing on her face appears

Because she can't say all the things on her mind

Everyday she begs me

"Please, oh please, you have to understand

And read between all of the lines"

Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain

Love can be the same

Every morning, she's afraid to wash her face

Because she knows no one could then read her mind

So instead, she passes all her time

By always making sure

That the writing is catching your eyes

Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain

Love can be the same

When I try to kiss her pretty face

She always shies away

And says, "Some of the ink isn't dry"

And I try so hard to sympathize

But really all I know is that if I can't have her, I'll die

Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain

Love can be the same

Then one day she looked into the mirror

Only to discover all that she read was a lie

Then she turned to me and said

"My love, I can't decide if I'm going dyslexic or blind"