i am walking past the sprinklers and the newly painted porches and the lemonade stand girls on a suburban afternoon i am leaving cause i love you i am leaving cause i don t and i m i m hoping you will follow and i m praying that you won t let me go and i am captive in your presence i will melt before your eyes but i still crave your approval and i m helpless when you criticize criticize cause it s written on your body it s on the tip of your tongue the look in your eyes in the glare of the sun the touch of your cold fingers when you say goodbye the way that you linger the way that you lie you saw me through the keyhole of the door that i kept locked but i d decorate the threshold just in case you knocked what i might feel on the edges you will never come to know and who i might be in the corners i will never ever ever ever show ever show no cause it s written on my body it s on the tip of my tongue the look in my eyes in the glare of the sun the touch of my cold fingers when i say goodbye the way that i linger the way that i lie who said that love would linger who said that love would last when we cannot seize the moment and we will not leave the past i don t think i was afraid of you but how could i be sure when with every altercation you were showing me the door well here i go here i go here i go  cause it s written on our bodies it s on the tip of our tongues the look in our eyes in the glare of the sun the touch of our cold fingers when we say goodbye the way that we linger the way that we lie the touch of your fingers and the look in your eyes and the way we accuse and the way we deny