still frame, a face put to a name   i'll be on the back of your mind   track taste, this day's been such a waste   like boxing with our hands in a bind      stood me up on friday night   and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn't right   and why i always talk with my hands at night   to keep you from the back of my mind      check mate, a move you made to me   sleeping in the closet like ghosts   back door, the way we were before   the gravity was killing us both      seventeen dirty magazines   two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans   and i'm asking if you would care to dine   and keep me on the back of your mind   (chorus repeats)      would it be alright this time   i'll sleep until the moment you may decide   and i'm just an atom without a blind to keep you on the back of my mind