You
Glued inside my head
Your photo's under the bed
But I can't go back that far
To driving in your car
We'd roll the windows down
And we'd roll out of town
Does he
Fit you like a glove
Do you pretend that you're in love?
But you can't get over me
That's what I like to believe
It's all just pie in the sky
I fuelled this plane with lies
In the great scheme of things it doesn't matter
I'll get through it a little bruised and battered
Maybe someday I can just laugh at myself
And in a funny kind of way
You're still with me today