still frame, a face put to a name
i'll be on the back of your mind
track taste, this day's been such a waste
like boxing with our hands in a bind

stood me up on friday night
and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn't right
and why i always talk with my hands at night
to keep you from the back of my mind

check mate, a move you made to me
sleeping in the closet like ghosts
back door, the way we were before
the gravity was killing us both

seventeen dirty magazines
two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans
and i'm asking if you would care to dine
and keep me on the back of your mind
(chorus repeats)

would it be alright this time
i'll sleep until the moment you may decide
and i'm just an atom without a blind to keep you on the back of my mind