And when I see you, I really see you upside down,
But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around,
Turns you around, turns you around.
If you feel discouraged when there's a lack of color here,
Please don't worry lover, it's really bursting at the seams
From absorbing everything: the spectrum's A to Z.
This is fact not fiction for the first time in years.
All the girls in every girlie magazine can't make me feel any less alone,
I'm reaching for the phone, to call at 7:03 and on your machine
I slur a plea for you to come home.
But I know it's too late, and I should have given you a reason to stay,
Given you a reason to stay, given you a reason to stay.
This is fact not fiction, for the first time in years.
A Lack of Color
Death Cab for Cutie - Disco: Transatlanticism
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