Last night I saw a movie, and thought about it, many movies I've seen at your house. Excuse me if I'm rude, but I'd rather that be just a sight from a record once I see a game without you. Leaning on my shoulder, distracting me from the plot line. Where can I go when I want you around, but I can't stand to be alone? Go home, I'll walk myself through you, I'll walk myself away from you. Go to hell. So I thought for seven weeks, but I grew out of that face. Looking at these roses, stargazers, the links and crosses, lights out, where do we live? Oh, it's summer again. Where can I go when I want you around, but I can't stand to be alone? Go home, I'll walk myself through you, I'll walk myself away from you. Go to hell. I play with the butter, you're in my hair. Will it be the first time? I feel old, romantic, straight again. Where can I go when I want you around, but I can't stand to be alone? Go home, I'll walk myself through you, I'll walk myself away from you. Go to hell. I just can't stand to be around you. Around you, around you. Can't stand to be around ya. I just can't, can't stand to be around you. Around you, around you. Around you.