All the blisters in my finger crook
All the pages in my open book
Are turned to you and all, stuck together
All she really wants is limousines
Power indie rock and Thorazine
But I don't think that that makes me feel better, yeah

Every time I try to fall in love
I choose someone that I can't know
Every time it's like a foot in glove
But I don't know why
But I know it's you

All my Psychotronic magazines
All my Devo-induced fever dreams
Are making you learn to loathe me
All those punk-rock boys you love so much
And their prime microbrew's a crutch
But in the end I know it's kinda tasty, yeah

Every time I try to fall in love
I choose someone that I can't know
Every time it's like a foot in glove
But I don't know why
I only know it's you
And I know you didn't ask me to feel this way
And there's only one thing I'm scared to hear you say
That's "you bore me"
But if that's true
I won't hold it against you
If that's the case
Why don't you, ignore me
Ignore, ignore me
Ignore me

And all my labored expat fantasy
Quit your job and move away with me
I know you're broke but I'd be glad to treat you

All these stains are on my mattress pad
All you ever did was make me mad
And it's not your fault but
I'd be glad if I could meet you

Every time I try to fall in love
I choose someone that I can't know
Every time it's like a foot in glove
But I don't know why
I only know it's you
It's you, it's you