Reading like an actor Practicing a scene Lying like a salesman A knife between your teeth I wanted you to let go You pushed me down like numbers on a payphone You told me on the way home You wanted to be colors on the screen Throw me in the ocean Plastic on the beach If anyone could see you now Let it be me I wanted you to let go I lost you through the static of a payphone You told me on the way home You saw us just like lovers on the screen To you You You Some things just might never get through