I've less friends than I’d like you to believe
Old photographs I would never let you see
Oh, what would you think of me
In my loose and light blue jeans
I bet you'd like Eliza more than me

For in that short amount of time
When your mind failed to remember mine
Eliza built a home in the back of my mind

E-L-I-Z-A, is that all you have to say?
There's only you to blame
But I know I pushed him away
E-L-I-Z-A, why does it have to go your way?
They say it’s in my head
But my imagination's dead

Will I find comfort taking pictures off the wall?
Now I see her in the background of them all
She's serving me in coffee shops
Waiting at my bus stop
Planted in my train of thought
And she's never getting off

For in that sort amount of time
When your mind failed to remember mine
Eliza built a home in the back of my mind

E-L-I-Z-A, is that all you have to say?
There's only you to blame
But I know I pushed him away
E-L-I-Z-A, why does it have to go your way?
They say it's in my head
But my imagination's dead

Maybe he could lie for a living
Maybe I could try to forgive him
Maybe I could take what he's giving
Maybe I could try not to miss him
Or maybe I could move to Eliza’s town
Maybe I could dye my hair dark brown

Maybe I could talk more
Maybe I could talk less
Maybe I could leave this to rest

E-L-I-Z-A, I am not the victim of your ways
The girl you led astray
Is going to be okay
E-L-I-Z-A, is that all you have to say?
There’s only you to blame
But I know I pushed him away
E-L-I-Z-A, why does it have to go your way?
They say it's in my head
But my imagination’s dead