Third Eye Blind

Are you frightened by the weight you possess
Or is this lie just weightlessness, and
Smoggy twilight in L.A.
I can't think of one real thing to say
And you and me are walking in the canyons
She forgets that we were friends
I guess it all depends on your mood
Why can't these meds be any damn good
And she said,
Why can't you be like my water pick shower massager
A sweet reliable machine
And to tell the truth I don't feel less alone
My water massager's the purest love I've ever known
Why can't you be, like when I was thirteen
He said
Why can't you be
Like an art house foreign movie
Frank and sexy, red balloons and ennui
And aloof to me and
Why can't you be, a little more of a mystery
Why can't you be
The part of me that's missing
Instead of leaving me for some other
Say we're perfect for each other
And I know we won't spend this life
Alone
She said,
Why can't you be
Like an out sourced government contract
I'm a fat cat getting away with anything
Kicking some secret special powers
Illumination rounds in showers
'Cause your tearing our hair out
When we could have a bed of flowers
And I said,
Why can't you be
Like the chicks out on the road
Some girls are happy just to see me
Cause you got moxie and a broken nose
You take em away from this prose
Sometimes a blow job's not enough
Why can't you play
A little less rough
Why can't you be, the part of me that's missing
Instead of leaving me for some other,
say we're perfect for each other,
and I know we won't go spend this life, alone.
Can we, just leave it be
We could live our lives
Separately
Could you forget
What happens to you, to you and me
When we're dead
And we'll be dead
We'll have eternity
And I will spend it all
Missing you, missing you and me
So while I'm alive
I will always be
Seeking you out, diggin' you out, wondering about
How'd we go so far down
And what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you and me
Why can't you be, someone looking a little deeper into me
Like J.D. Salinger,
Why do I challenge her
In all the surface ways that you displease
Why can't you be a little more at ease, well
Why can't you be, like a hand rolled cigarette
I'm not joking
This masochistic, self-pity of smoking
And this silly ditty I keep provoking you
To leave me
And she said,
Why can't you be like a candle I can snuff
You're still a diamond in the rough
And I swear to god I've had enough
How can I
Call your bluff