Moving Pictures

Last night I saw a movie
and I thought about many movies I´ve seen at your house
excuse me if I´m rude
but I´d rather that we just strike from the record ones I´d see again without you
leaning on my shoulder
distracting me from the plotline

Where can I go when I want you around
but I can´t stand to be around you
"Go home"
I´ll walk myself to you
I´ll walk myself away from here

"Go to hell" is all I thought for seven weeks
but I grew out of that phase looking at these broken photographs of people
looking glossed just like the way I still remember a summer ago

Where can I go when I want you around
but I can´t stand to be around you
"Go home"
I´ll walk myself to you
I´ll walk myself away from here

"Call me back" I´m pleading with a cork in my head
It wouldn´t be the first time
my pillow has been mistaken

Where can I go when I want you around
but I can´t stand to be around you
"Go home"
I´ll walk myself to you
I´ll walk myself away from here

Can´t stand to be around you
Around you, around you
Can´t stand to be around you
I can´t stand, can´t stand
To be around you
Around you
Around you
Around you...