Snakes

You set the snakes loose inside my belly.
They're done with my supper.
They start on my endocrine lining.
You said, "Please, stop your whining!"
This isn't a love song,
I'm through writing those for you.
All the while you claimed,
The ghost in you lives, but it's dead.
It's inside my head,
And all that I know is that it's midnight,
And you haven't called.
Oh, when you sigh, and you cry.
I figure you probably lie and I'm here waiting

And all that I know is that it's midnight,
And you haven't called.
All that I see is that it's midnight,
And you haven't called.
All that I know is I'm left with frustration,
And this hyperactive imagination of mine.

I would love to lay all my faith in you.
Why can't I let fate have its way with me?
I would love to but... (place all my trust in you)
(why can't I? 'cause...)
It's over, it's over, it's over (again)

You say you're at Mother's, but do you mean lovers?
Are you in the amorous arms of another?
It chills every bone in me, straight to the core of me.
Your girlfriend concurs with you, is she your alibi?
How did you get that sweet little girl to lie?
Meanwhile I'm here waiting.

This isn't a love song.
I'm through writing those for you.