Eulogy for a Fictional Girlfriend The people I know all talk about space It makes me laugh, yeah, the look on my face Flat on my back in a shoelace-free room Where I should have known that I'd be outgrown You're not to blame You're not to blame Can you explain what I did to make you fall out of love with me Said I'd write you a song Said I'd write you a song It's not very good, it's not very long But it'll be here for me when you're gone I feel a long way from the rain From my roof the houses look like Italian villas This town used to be a village Now the city's so crowded I can barely make room for myself It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end of our lives but I've realized that something within us has died Said I'd write you a song Said I'd write you a song It's not very good, it's not very long But it'll be here for me when you're gone I cannot drink to stop this thought (I didn't say you would) There's nothing else to think about (I didn't say you would) Lately I cough like the paint's made of lead I'm so afraid of the rust in my head It's all in my head, how do I begin? A confused little boy who fucked himself thin Why do I feel dissed? Why do I give a shit about something that doesn't really exist? Said I'd write you a song Said I'd write you a song It's not very good, it's not very long But it'll be here for me when you're gone