When you left you took all memory of me with

Leaving me with no hope of every being loved

And now like the air i'm blowing and blowing

With no hope of ever being seen



Did you hear the one about mr. ed

Well he said,

"i'm this way because of the things i've seen

But i would rather count on your love instead

Daily eating my weight in hay."



And i hate to see a good thing just go to waste

Honey it's a little weak for my taste



Well i've been praying a lot lately

It's because i no longer have a tv

Just a flourescent hangover to light the way

Between the things you say and the things i see



I just called you up to see if you wanted to go out

And drink a little wine

And waste some time on a rollercoaster ride

But you say it's too dangerous to lead an empty life



And i hate to see all your sweet words just go to waste

But honey they're a little weak for my taste



Well i'm an expert in all things that nature abhors

Your look of disgust when i touched your skin

And i try to figure what the world needs me for

So i replay the scene again and again



And i can see you try and put me in my place

Honey that's a little weak for my taste