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