Your Asterisk

You're a glass eyed tiger
I'm a rusty fire hydrant
You're a freshly widowed spider
I'm an awkward silence
You've got sand in your swimsuit
I've got a missing tooth
You took the last piece, didn't you?
Well I hid myself one first
We can't keep kissin' around any more
My dialin' finger is gettin' too sore
a ah ee ah a ah ee a a ah ee a

Your other car's a broomstick
Mine's a hobby horse
You never felt you'd have to prove it
A great disturbance in the force (think I'm missing something here)
The clothes are all heaped in a pile on the floor (There's two kinds of people in this world, and I'm one of 'em)
Let's bulldoze our way too a brand new peace accord
How many times can we break then make up?
We've gone too long for a kiss to save us
a ah ee ah a ah ee ah yeah

You're a MiG jet pilot
I'm a burrow in the stone
You suffer frequent all-nighters
I curl up and sleep it off

I'd give you hundreds of last chances
If I could answer myself why
I don't worry about all your reversible talk
As significant as the death of alternative rock
Let it die let it die let it die
You're a prima ballerina
I'm a collapsing iron lung
You let disaster come between us
Now I'm a poet on the run
Searching for a place where my heart can feel something
Then I can retrieve it from the basement of my stomach
There's supper in this room as long as it continues thumpin'
a ah ee ah ....
You're a glass-eyed tiger
You're a trash vampire
You're what sat down beside her
I wish I glowed brighter in your eyes