Had a plan where you would visit
Hop the fence with missing pickets
Makes me sad, but I don't wish it now
If I could write a better song then
He'd come back from being gone
God, it sounds romantic, but the logic's fucking flawed
Unencumbered on the train, 'cause
I know all the station names, in order
But I'll list them just to check
Goes, "Newark to Secaucus
And your shoulder underneath my hand
Man, I could have called it, panning out so bad again"
If you say sorry, I'll ask what you mean
How casual and cool of me
Just the way I practised, but I'm chattering my teeth
When I see you, say nice things
And nod to show I'm listening
Can't predict the feeling, but I bet I'll be mixed up
So gesture for a final light
And state the stillness of the night
Little lost and little gained when he goes back inside
If you say sorry, I'll ask what you mean
How casual and cool of me
Just the way I practised, but I'm chattering my teeth
Or don't say sorry, and we won't discuss
How casual and cool of us
Like it even matters, 'cause it'd never be enough
