My Idea Lyrics - Evan Dando

Well, I see that we're coming to the end of the affair 

And well there's one final favor to ask of you, my dear 

Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end 

And tell our friends that it was my idea 

I can't adjust to the life of endless afternoon 

Which one of us lives in this room 

I take a bus to the clinic every Thursday 

But the experts won't know what the fuck to do 

So if you hear someone calling at the bottom of the stairs 

Will you sing a song to me in a voice that I can hear 

Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end