I got your message today, isn't it hard to be recumbent again?   He comes and ruins your day, a shove in the side enough to drive you insane      But when you go to talk about your fling   You make it great, make it a brilliant thing   It never ends when you're bored, curious and unsure      I saw the photographs too, frozen reminders of what interest can do   Of how he gave it to you, a generous fool forgets how hard he can bruise      But when you go to talk about your fling   You make it great, make it a brilliant thing   It never ends when you're bored, curious and unsure      Inside-out, you just stay silent   Playing mind-games with yourself   Always get by on the lies   Say it won't last, it will pass      It's alright, alright, it's just hard to be recumbent again   He comes and ruins your day, a shove in the side enough to drive you insane      But when you go to talk about your fling   You make it great, make it a brilliant thing   It never ends when you're bored, curious and adored      You can, you can   You can, you can