The floor is cracked
The rain is wet
Things that you call truth
I call one in a million
The walls are grey
But that's okay
Things that you call yours
I call one in a million
And I don't...
I can't hear your words
Before you say them
I think I know this conversation's
Political advice
Careful calculations making
Science out of situations
Most people improvise
And I don't...
I don't even want to be
And I don't wanna see
Even if it's good.
I saw you stall
And acting like
You didn't see me falling and I
Thought you'd pray for it to rain
It was clear
You wouldn't come down here
If it would interfere with
What you had planned for the day
Habits break like bombs
Break like bones
Shaped like tongues on thrones
I saw you on monday
You had it written all over your
Face and now you've
Written it all over everybody elses face
I thought you on monday
And I don't...
I don't even want to be
And I don't wanna see
Even if it's good for me
I don't' wanna see
I don't even want to see
And I don't wanna be
Even if it's good.