In Your Way

you got your ways and I got mine

you got your own ways of spending time

the stars are falling all around your dress

the constellations point to your own sweet messyou need to suffer, well I suffer too

I keep it inside and far from you

you throw it around and you see what sticks

I'm covered head to foot in your cold anticsyou got your own ways that comfort

that involve yourself and my eldest brother

you take it on yourself, you take it on yourself

and me to find my place in your arms

and it's a cold, cold turn

just a cold, cold turn in your wayyou're first to judge and last to lead

you're last to act out and first to feed

you still stand when you see me kneel

and you're not concerned about the way I feel