So, it's how the story goes.
Can we cut to the scene where I'm holding you close.
She moves, moves like a pendulum blade
Cut, all the words that I said.
The only difference is . . .
The only difference is . . .
The truth
The truth is I miss you.
Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.
Real. Real like a plastic bouquet.
That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace.
And dies every night with her face on the news.
Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes
The only difference is . . .
The only difference is . . .
Nobody can cry
It's hard to do
For most folks, without a reason why
Cry on demand.
How'd you learn to?
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Just close your eyes and think of me
I take back everything I said.
She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you
It's like were already dead
Cry on demand.
Cry on demand.
Cry on demand.
Why would you want to?
Cry on demand.
Teach me if you want to.
Though you don't have to.
I just close my eyes and think of you.