The night is young, and my ear can't stop ringing

From the disconnected line, screams your lack of interest.

You with your selling for avoiding leaves me

Jumping to conclusions and hoping...



For what I want

But waiting for what I said.

And you with your talent...



And you should know...



The guts aren't spilling

To be kept safely inside.

And the tears that are swelling

Should be falling from your eyes...



Your eyes, Your eyes keep me busy to say the least

And your tongue, although sweet, 

Throws words as sharp as knives

That hit me like a familiar joke

And the punch line leaves me broken and scared. 



I've tried too hard and the wounds chalk up with no reward.



You should have known

And you should know...



The guts aren't spilling

To be kept safely inside.

And the tears that are swelling

Should be falling from your eyes...



As I write this...Madness

In the dawning of the day.



I'll realize all the things I never should have said

And maybe I'll be able to form the words 

That can ask you...



What you're thinking

What you're thinking (I'll realize...)

What you're thinking (... All the things I...)

Never should have said



What you're thinking (I'll realize...)

What you're thinking (... All the things I...)

Never should have said



What you're thinking (I'll realize...)

What you're thinking (... All the things I...)

Never should have said



What you're thinking (I'll realize...)

What you're thinking (... All the things I...)

Never should have said



What you're thinking...