The Brave Little Abacus - Don't Come Around Here No More (Please) lyrics

It's not sorry if you're doing what you want to It's a choice, self-manufactured circumstance It's choosing not to be here Wearing our hats backwards we looked content, cute As you'd roll your feet across my denim thighs In my hands, they would reside I'm not too important but I wish I could be If I was, you would've come back At least for another listen of understatement It's hard to believe you, it's hard to believe in you It's hard to believe you, it's hard to believe in you It's hard to believe you, it's hard to believe in you It's hard to believe you, it's hard to believe in you You're tearing me apart again but I'll get back together Even though last time I rea**embled in a car that I wrecked last summer These pieces will find one another And embedded within each other They will reform me with the aid of all my records Making bones from molded vinyl And up for my mistakes by giving me some strength in myself And some security in art And enough love to make up for the one friend Who never seemed to want it