By Genre

As I wander through my world
And I trip and tie my shoe
I wish you weren't here
I've fallen from your shoelace
That you dangled from your window
Suspended till the wind blew

Count the records on my shelf
I've organized them all by genre
It's no use when you're around
All you ever choose is that
Which your little eye catches first
So I learned to move them around

Revolving in my soul
In rainbows you appear
I wish you weren't here
Now she's leaving home
But before I reach the phone
I stop to think it over
It can't be over, oh no

In the absence of my mind
And my shoes, and my car
I sit here idly
I delete my favorite voicemail
That you left me
Stub my toenail on my bed
I start to cry

Believe it or not
I rarely think about you
I wouldn't believe it, no
I think about you sometimes
I think about you often
I'm thinking about you now

As you wander through my door
And start taking off your clothes
I go to choose a record
But trip on your shoelace
You beat me to the shelf
She said, she said
"Watch yourself"
I laid back on the floor
There's nothing I love more