Well, you’re a mystery to me

The story starts off with us living happily

Fairy tales don’t last a life time

This love is much past it’s prime

Well, you were beautiful to me

so awkward and artsy

now we’re nothing more than roomates,

this must be our love’s fate

It’s over, can’t say I’m too upset

It’s not suprising, we both have so much we regret

Threating to leave isn’t much of a threat

We’re both trying to make it a bet

Try and paint me a picture

of what you see.

You can’t, I’m sure.

There is no future

We only have past,

a past that we can’t base a future on.

There is no change in us, we are outcasts.

You write songs and I paint the pictures,

we live by different sets of strictures.

It’s over, can’t say we’re too upset

It’s not suprising, we both have so much we regret

Threating to leave doesn’t hurt

We’re just waiting for the other to desert

wouldn’t it be wonderful to waste our time pretending that we’re fine, oh we’re fine?

and wouldn’t it just make you sick to hear what you’ve been screaming all along?

Take another step, my love. You have nothing to let go of.

Take the last step, doll. I’ll still catch you if you fall.