Breakable as my heart can be, I don’t wanna lose this time
So I call you up, though I know that you’re not there
Plucking a flower up from the dirt, well that might make you glad
I resist the thought, put it right back in my head
It’s a game, one I don’t much like to play
But I give myself no choice
So I play anyway
Sunday morning has come and gone, I just went about my day
Should I have kissed you then, oh what a big display
Replaced your missing REM CD, you said I was the sweetest man,
Was it the thought that counts, or did I mess up where I stand
It’s a game, one I don’t much like to play
But I give myself no choice
So I play anyway
Our date is done, I help you with your coat
Am I wrong to dote on you
I can’t help myself, or should I regret that too
Maybe I’ll take tonight for myself, but I’m already missing you
I confess, none of my lies are true
The Customers 