Passing Scene

Well I’ve been thinking over, yeah maybe for a time or two
You say you don’t want me around, I’m thinking that you do
Because it’s the hairs on my neck that stand up so damn tall
They tell you who I really am, and I don’t know how long I can go
And I don’t want you singing songs about me baby
Whisper it to me in a passing scene
Tall and ugly, stories that I sell you
Hold me to the words I say I mean