Put `em Back lyrics

Artist  : Pain 
Song : Put `em Back



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Put your tears back into your eyes
Adjust your
hair
I am in no mood for theatrics
Or fake
despair
It almost makes me hunger 
For
symbols, signs, and semaphore.
Subtle shades
of metaphor too ingenious to ignore.
Instead
of that you sit there and cry,
You moan, you
lie.
You crumple like an old piece of
tinfoil
You claim you’ll die.
What
the hell possessed me to ever catch a date with
you?
I should have known that it was
wrong
To trust the judgment of my
schlong.

Put your tears back (your tears
back), yeah.

I hate the way you drool when
you talk
I hate your clothes.
Moses knows
his roses and I know
It’s time to
go.
Thirty-Something episodes,
Forced
amusement at your joes.
Daisy chains and
yogurt stains
Sneaking under
windowpanes.
You think I’m not aware of
your script
So well rehearsed
The close-up
camera follows your lipstick 
Back in your
purse.
If you were better at it
Then maybe
we could still be friends,
Write and talk and
keep in touch
As it is I hate your
guts!

Put your tears back (your tears
back) yeah.