Synthesiser Parts

You drive your car at 90 miles an hour
And straight into my heart
And can hear you through the bathroom wall
Standing in the shower, practicing your synthesiser parts

And with the sparks that you shoot in the dark
They're so hollow, hollow, hollow
And the words coming out of your mouth
I can't follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow

I used to go to everybody's parties
And I used to drink champaign
But you know I realised shorty after starting that
Everyone was there just to complain
About all the simple choices
And the things we all go through
And I think I saw you coming out, seven in the morning
You didn't see me but I saw you

Walking out of an enemies house into sunshine
Sweetheart, doesn't that feel good sometimes?
So why do you talk about how everyone leaves you out
When you left them too?
And why do you lie to me so transparently
When you, you don't have to?

You drive your car at 90 miles an hour
And straight into my heart
I can hear you through the bedroom wall, hour after hour
Studying your constellation chart

With the stars that I see in your eyes
Are they vacant, vacant, vacant?
Do I stand in a line and replace them?

Oh, what are you talking about
There's nobody letting you down
That hasn't been let down by you
Why do you still look at me like I'm your enemy
When you don't have to, you, you don't have to
You don't have to