He said, "Death-wise I wanna be cremated"
I said, "That sounds like something the Ramones—"
And then I hesitated
'cause I can't think of anything
But the sorry way that he's been looking at me
And the turquoise Thunderbird parked outside
Sizing up Elizabeth street

Haven't you heard?
I smother the chances I get
And when they hurt to remember, I forget

This tête à tête turned head to head, now I think of you less and less

I callеd him "Wild eyes"
And just that once hе called me "Juliet"
He showed me something sordid
Loading on his phone
From behind a mosquito net
So goddamn handsome he makes me anxious
He holds my hand through the sad advances
Why wouldn't he though?
I’m just the open secret no-one's ever gonna blow

Haven't you heard?
I smother the chances I get
And when they hurt to remember, I forget
Haven't you heard?
I smother the chances I get
He rolls over in bed, out of many of them, I see you then

This tête à tête turned head to head, now I think of you less and less
This tête à tête turned head to head, now I think of you less and less, and less