past the statue of alexander graham bell

he waits by the screen, but she's not coming on
so he spreads his time on pathetic lesbian blogs
the microwave asks him for a drink
he gladly obliges while the television winks

maybe on e our love would be real
maybe with speed life's on hollywood reels
while sextacy won't fill what i crave
maybe another toxic combination'll save the day
let's love on the stairs

we're not coming down
we're not coming down
we're not coming down
we're not coming down

undress me like this, i feel guilty pangs
she mocks him with her eyes of frozen rain
the lights turning on, while the ghost tunes out
your father made me say i'd do without

he'll catch the train at nine
tomorrow she'll be fine
crying in the hall
she'll laugh it off inside

you're not the one i need
you're not the one i saw
you're not the thing i bleed for
you're not gone at all

you're here all the time
you're here all the time
you're here all the time
you're here all the time

we're not coming down
we're not coming down
we're not coming down
we're not coming down