He's not a parrot and he thinks he's a pie
But he's just a perfume wearing dotted yellow line
And I respect that

And, "there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road," she says
And how I wish I'd walked along that road to your house
And I regret that

'Cause tucked through doors in water
Through windows in the sky
There's a boy who wants me to say something pretty
And I can't to save my life

A balloon stuck in a tree
Is a sad song let go of the string
Up, up, and away
Bursting in your face, your face

No bread, bread box, dead brain, brain pox
You didn't drink your brain away, you locked it in a box
And I want to find it

And I can do it on my own
Men aren't compasses, I know
And I hate it

'Cause for him two lonely people only double something sad
But I really think two lonely people cut lonely in half
And a solid yellow line is just two dotted yellow lines
And a boy as good as you is something I can't define

And that's why I can't say what I need to say
But I hope this has been pretty anyway