Take a Lot of Pictures

You had your chance to snatch me.
Almost let you catch me.
Then I found out you weren’t the girl you seemed to be.
I couldn’t live without you
And that crazy way about you.
But now when I say crazy, I mean literally.
Don’t park in long term parking,
because I’ll make this short.
You’re soon to be embarking,
toward your last resort.
I know you did the landscape
of my vast domain.
So take a lot of pictures.
It looks like rain.
I tried to give you chances
to curb your strange advances.
But conversations always end with flying plates.
Demanded all those mandates,
but wanted all my bandmates.
And now I know you’re really wanted in three states.
Your flattering progression,
from dating to obsession,
began with little cards with hearts and Hallmark quotes.
At first it seemed romantic,
but soon became pedantic,
when you began to send my parents ransom notes.
Don’t park in long term parking,
because I’ll make this short.
You’re soon to be embarking,
toward your last resort.
I know you love to practice,
To Lohengrin’s refrain.
So take a lot of pictures.
It looks like rain.
(Looks like rain)
(It looks like rain)
(Looks like rain)