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