It seems predictable but I don't have a clue

Of what she wants right now

And talk is measured in the sip of every time

And I want is time



This is the last straw and I feel like letting go

In a state of mind could be traded in with you



It seems predictable a lot of silence here

And what I want is here

The skies above are just reflections in your eyes

Thier out of touch and time



This is the last straw and I feel like letting go

In a state of mind could be traded in with you



Your telling it like it is

Showing us how it is

Telling us what is broke and showing us what is fixed

It's complicated I don't want to bring you down



Telling it like it is

Showing us how it is

Telling us what is broke and showing us what is fixed