I`m glad you didn`t stick
To my fingers like a tremble
A wasted fortune spent
On things we never felt inside
I count the footsteps
That take me away from you
Because I stayed too long
Inside this crooked frame
I`m glad you didn`t spend the night like you had promised
I`d have to stretch the truth to say that I was sorry
And now I laugh out loud at things that aren`t that funny
Because I stayed too long inside this crooked frame
I could burn my clothes and I would be alright
I could burn the photographs and be alright
I could burn the postcards, I would be alright
I could smile for the first time without thinking of you
I`m glad you didn`t stick to my fingers like honey
I`d have to stretch the truth to say that you were pretty
And now I laugh out loud at things that aren`t quite funny
Because I stayed too long inside your crooked frame Send " Crooked Frame" Ringtone to your Cell