maybe someday you'll understand how little things mean everything spoken words, to not spoken out of omission, not intentional i think i know this, but i'm dying to believe
i can picture you now smiling as you're speaking but not to me, never to me not at this hour, i'm the daylight and shut down at night, the blinds go down
i take the blame, i know there are some things i just can't become sex philosophies and the political vibe those brilliant eyes, shining hair i know where you want to be, and i know why
this is all in my head, you tell me feel free to wake me up, i plead unless you don't want to i understand how time brings boredom different handwritings on different pages
we are... we are... never to mix like this again the countdown has started