Postcard Of A Painting

I'm losing more than I'll ever have I'm losing more than I'll ever give I'm losing more than I'll ever have I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you Picture me with you but you couldn't do it Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it Your eyes are big when they're so close Why can't we say goodbye in public? Your eyes are big when they're so close Why can't we say goodbye in public? Picture me with you but you couldn't do it Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it And I'll admit there's a web but it wasn't me who spun it Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it I wrote my feelings down in a rush I didn't even check the spelling Enclosed the postcard of a painting You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom Oh you are just another thing I've yet to fathom And I'm losing more than I'll ever have I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you Picture me with you, you couldn't do it Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it And I'll admit there's a web but it wasn't me who spun it Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it