Lisa Loeb Follow

My forehead's splitting, I can feel a separation
And me, here, full of life, waiting for that magic conversation
That's why I thought that you should see her
She'll tell our future, don't believe her

Did you ask about love and forever
Or did you ask her for her number?
I didn't go to the psychic myself
'Cause she didn't even know that I was

Out of town
When I called
Out of town
When I called

I did that sitting on the bedroom floor
Carpeted hallway, sitting on the bedroom floor
I did that, I did that
I did that, I did that

I used to win at cakewalks on a Sunday afternoon
Stop on Lucky 11
We'd bring the cake home in the back seat, in the station wagon
Such a strange prize

I did that sitting on a bedroom floor
Carpeted hallways, sitting on a bedroom floor
I did that, I did that
I did that, I did that

I smile, I show my teeth
I smile, I show my teeth
I make space
I make space

I lay back
I lay back
We were empty tonight
We talked about the television

Only I was talking, only I was talking
Is this a future disaster full of omens?
I don't believe in fate
We talk about about a bad sign

I think about a cut off date
So, I memorized your kiss
I memorized your lips
I memorized your kiss
I memorized your lips

I did that
Sitting on a bedroom floor
Carpeted hallways, sitting on a bedroom floor

I did that
Sitting on a bedroom floor
Carpeted hallways, sitting on a bedroom floor

Are you my cake?
Is this my fate?
What a strange prize
I want to taste
I did that