She is a perfect person, I hate the bitch
I'd like to talk to her, and not say a word
My thought out instinct, is simply intricate
That's all, that's all downhill, downhill

Disappointed, out of time
We never got there
Disappointed, out of time
Nothing happens
You get softer as you soak me up

Disappointed, out of time
We never got there
Disappointed, out of time
Nothing happens
You get softer as you soak me up

There's a beauty in those words that you find
A subtlety, we can't thank or find
The less I try, the more easier it gets
It's not me, its the attention you love
You ate yours, you ate mine too, mine too

You get softer as you soak me up
You breathe deeper as you choke me out
Disappointed, out of time
We never got there
Disappointed, out of time
Nothing happens
Nothing ever seems to happen