Pain - Put ´Em Back lyrics

Put your tears back into your eyes
Adjust your hair
I´m in no mood for theatrics
Or fake despair
It almost makes me hunger
For symbols, signs, & semaphore.
Subtle shades of metaphor too ingenious to ignore.
Instead of that you sit there & cry,
You moan, you lie.
You crumple like an old piece of tinfoil
You claim you will die.
What the hell possessed me to ever catch a date with you?
I should´ve known that it was wrong
To trust the judgment 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 & I know
It is time to go.
Thirty-Smth episodes,
Forced amusement at your joes.
Daisy chains & yogurt stains
Sneaking under windowpanes.
You think I am 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
Then maybe we could still be friends,
Write & talk & keep in touch
As it´s I hate your guts!

Put your tears back (your tears back) yea.

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