While I stair at the walls turn your back on me
For that picket fence again
In your arms I would fold you twice
Again and again
In this room with this backwards ceiling fan
Turn things upside down again
At one time this felt rightIt's true, you know that
I can't hear you when you say
Our words they come out wrong
It's true, you know that
You can't hear me when I say
Our worlds they come apartI'm still standing
All alone, but upright still
And I wonder what do you think about it
Did you get what you wished for?
Was it as much a disaster
As you made it out to be?
And you know that I can't read you
You're not a short story
As much as you'd like it to be
And I won't change
I'm not like the weather
As much as I'd like to beIt's true, you know that
I can't hear you when you say
Our words they come out wrong
It's true, you know that
You can't hear me when I say
Our worlds they come apartWith your coffee sense of time
And my outlook on this life
I made a list, I wrote it down
I got a car, I drove around
But I never though you wouldn't sit in it
I remember a time you said
"Don't worry about it", never talk about it
We never talked about itIt's true, you know that
I can't hear you when you say
Our words they come out wrong
It's true, you know that
You can't hear me when I say
Our worlds they come apart
This time I think you're right