Oh, Christina

I show you up, you can’t wear that dress, 

Your friends are all blocks, they’re all architects, 

Constructing shapes that I can’t see, 

Walking Dictaphones and trendy magazines. 



I saw you there at the Friday Show, 

You looked so strange in your brand new clothes, 

You spoke with an accent I don’t know, 

I guess it’s true, we all have to grow up soon. 



You said you had places that you needed to be, 

But places aren’t the same when you’re not with me. 



Oh, Christina, 

You know I don’t really wanted to leave you, 

Acting out scenes on the bedroom floor, 

You never used to act this way before. 

Oh, Christina, 

I only came around so I could see you, 

Try and take back what you said before, 

It’s not that simple, it’s not simple at all. 



‘So Go’, you said, and I did, 

You’ve got to stop talking in patterns and grids, 

I know, it’s true, this shouldn’t be the end, 

Oh, let’s just pretend. 



You said you had places that you needed to be, 

But places aren’t the same when you’re not with me. 



Oh, Christina, 

You know I don’t really wanted to leave you, 

Acting out scenes on the bedroom floor, 

You never used to act this way before. 

Oh, Christina, 

I only came around so I could see you, 

Try and take back what you said before, 

It’s not that simple, it’s not simple at all.