You gave me clarity   then you abandoned me   for the rest of the night   you held me tight   like the ghost that would follow me home      you gave it all to me   so photographically    the chemical smell that you wear so well   like a ghost it will follow me home      and everybody has the same point of view   you got nothing better to do      you gave to charity   to try and embarrass me   but when that didn't work   you would flirt with the ghost that would follow me home      you gave it all to me   so photographically that the chemical smell that you wear so well   like a ghost it would follow me home      and everybody has the same point of view   you got nothing better to do   everybody has the same point of view   you got nothing better to do      would it kill you to call me I know you're at home   I'll never answer the ring of the phone   you got it all in the palm of your hand   you wouldn't help me you don't understand      everybody has the same point of view   you got nothing better to do   everybody has the same point of view   you got nothing better to do