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 right



It'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



I'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 be



It'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



With 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 it



It'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