Pain - Put 'Em Back Lyrics

Put your tears back into your eyes, adjust your hair. I am in no mood for theatrics or fake despair. It almost makes me hungey for symbols, signs and semaphore. Subtle shades of metaphor too ingenious too ignore. Instead you sit there and cry, you moan, you lie. You crumple like an old piece of tinfoil, you claim you'll die. What the hell possessed me to ever catch a date with you? I should have known that it was wrong to trust the judgement of my schlong. Put your tears back (your tears back)yea. I hate the way you drool when you talk, I hate your clothes. Moses knows his roses and i know it's time to go. Thirty-something episodes, forced amusement at your jokes. Daisey chains and yogurt stains, sneaking under windowpains. You think I'm not aware of your script so well rehearsed. The close-up camera follows your lipstick back in your purse. If you were better at it maybe we could still be friends. Write and talk and keep in touch, as it is I hate your guys. Put your tears bacl (your tears back)