Certain Situation

I’m late again, I hope that she won’t be too cold
Sitting on her ornamental wall
And when I’m late she doesn’t care
She’s absolutely maybe there
A contradiction asking her to call
Calling from the memories of a child she left behind
A playground full of tacky clubs and bars
Entertaining lookers-on with side-shows from her mind
But then it doesn’t take a mind to see
The girl was you, the child was me
In a certain situation
With a certain fascination
When I look at you, I ask the question why
When I’m talking to myself I have to lie
She keeps a note of people who look out for her
And maybe from her book she lost a page
A drink or two before she picks the phone up for the evening
And then begins the self destructive stage
Picking fights and arguments with strangers at the door
Good arguments these days are hard to find
Angry at herself and then unable to unwind
So she tries to call him late at night
For everything to be all right
In a certain situation
With a certain fascination
When I look at you, I ask the question why
When I’m talking to myself I have to lie
People say, you like to play
You flirt with danger everyday
Your only thought is keeping up with time
They could be right, they could be wrong
They could be jealous all along
And maybe there’s a place in time
Where you feel good and I feel fine
In a certain situation
With a certain fascination
When I look at you, I ask the question why
When I’m talking to myself I have to lie
In a certain situation
With a certain fascination
When I look at you, I ask the question why
When I’m talking to myself I have to lie