Songtext Why can't you be? Third Eye Blind

Why can't you be?

(Fredianelli/Jenkins)

Are you frightened by the weight you possess or
Is this life just weightlessness
The smoggy twilight in L.A.

I can't think of one real thing to say
And Robbie Williams is walking in the canyons
Forgets that we were friends
I guess it all depends on your mood
Why can't these meds be any damn good

And she said, \"Why can't you be
Like a Waterpik shower massager,
A sweet reliable machine.
To tell the truth,
I don't feel less alone.
A Water massagers the purest love I've ever known.
Why can't you be
Like when I was 13?
Why can't you be
Like an art house foreign movie?
Frank and sexy, red balloons and ennuiAnd allude to me.
Why can't you be
A little more of a mystery?

\"Why can't you be
The part of me that's missing?
Instead of leaving me for some other?
Said we're perfect for each other,
And I know we won't go spend our lives alone.\"

\"Why can't you be
Like an outsourced government contract?
I'm a fat cat,
Gettin' away with anything.
Kicking some secret special powers.
Illumination rounds showers.
And your tearing your hair out,
While we can have a bed of flowers.
Why can't you be
Like the chicks out on the road?
Some girls are happy just to see me.
'Cause you got moxy and a broken nose.
You take em away from this close.
Sometimes a blowjob's not enough.
Why can't you play
A little less rough?\"

\"Why can't you be
The part of me that's missing?
Instead of leaving me for some other.
Say we're perfect for each other,
And I know we wont go spend out lives alone.
\"

Can we
Just leave it be
And we can live our lives seperately
Could you forget what happens to you
And you and me
When we're dead, and we'll be dead
we will have eternity
And I will missing you
Missing you and me
So all of our lives
I will always be

\"Why can't you be
Looking a little more deep into me?
Like JD Salinger.
Why do I challenge her
In all these selfish ways that you displease?
Why can't you be
A little more at ease
Why can't you be
Like a hand rolled cigarette
I'm not choking
This masochistic self-pity of smoking
And this silly ditty
I keep provoking you to leave me.
\"

She said, \"Why can't you be
Like a candle I can snuff?
You're still a diamond in the rough,
And I swear to god I've had enough.
How can I call your bluff?\"