You can't take it all back if I burn the receipts
As the soot falls down around the answering machine

Not again where's the solace
You pretend that it's not over
And I think that I should be going
The clock is perpetually slowing

Banish the homework with a sigh and a yawn
As the bulb above burns out I turn the stereo on

Not again where's the solace
You pretend that it's not over
And I think that I should be going
The clock is perpetually slowing

Not again where's the solace
You pretend that it's not over
And I know that I won't be staying
And the song will perpetually stop playing

You're like a broken record player
You always talk in your sleep
You won't stop spinning around
I'm beginning to think
You're like a broken record player
Of course you were
Now I must put you back in your sleeve
And you should save your receipts