I expect nothing less from you;

So save your scissors
Someone elses skin
My surface is so tough
I don't think the blade will dig in
Save your strength
Save your wasted time
There's no way that I want you to be left behind
Go on save your scissors
Save your scissors

So why does it always seem
That every time I turn around
Sombody falls in love with me
This has never been my soul intention
And I have never claimed to have pates on such inventions

Like a thorn on a vine...

I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge
At all of the lives that I never have led
There's one where I stayed with you across the sea
I wonder do you still think of me
I carry your image always in my head
Folded and yellowed and torn at the edge
And I've looked upon it for so many years
Slowly I am loosing your face
You're caught in my head like a thorn on a vine
To forever torment me and I wonder why
Do I wish I'd never known you at all