Your Ambivalence

Well here we are again in the middle of nowhere
I know that if you could you'd live in the middle of nowhere
So go home with the waiter
What do I care?
You will anyway
Here comes your ambivalence
It drains the paint right off the ceiling
I would like to know where I stand
Just for once to end this evening
Someone told me somewhere they had seen you
Or some parking lot that claimed to be you
Holding up the traffic with your nightwear
Here's where I check out
Don't come running back to me
I'm not some kind of charity
The way you wear the tragedies
It's why I hate Los Angeles
Holding up the traffic with your nightwear
Here's where I check out
Have you met my latest fear?
It's got a name so you can call it
It comes out whenever you're near
Pet its head or just ignore it
I dreamed I could change myself
I turned into a box of candy
You came by and opened me, said 'Oh my favorite, cherry brandy!'