A sullen spent seven years Scraping love from the dust that covers your fingerprints I sit around and watch the splintering Of a trust that i never seemed to have a hand in Well maybe it's true i'm barely there So easily mistaken for your favorite chair Like a perfect and graceful fading Well i thank you For giving me nothing 'Cause who could be a witness Who could have the patience You like to sit there in it Privileged and indifferent You never come around to see my side So i don't get to tell you that i'm doing fine Monday comes, and monday goes You're my faithful, standy-by no show 'Cause who could tell the story Sit down and read it to me Who'd reveal their memories Be the first to say Yeah i do see you when you're looking down Pages scattered on the ground You're the one who tore them out You're the one who tore them out Yeah i do see you Right through And it feels too soon to leave you Leave you