Didn't feel like meeting you
It was late at night but you said you felt so blue
In the months since I last saw you
You got a new tattoo of a band you barely knew
You skip the summers here
You go overseas in search of chemistry
I dreamt that you're out of reach
I found your caller ID but no answering machine
I'd rather just die 'cause you're out of your mind
But you can't feel there's something wrong
Up all night, you're picking fights
How am I supposed to learn
When to take the wheel
When you lose control?
Well, what am I to do?
You already look so damn confused
Strike up again in the fall
You leave a ring of clovers hanging on the door
I let it go unremarked
Replace the old bouquet in the same old, cloudy vase
Trains splitting from the tracks
Thirty feet of snow couldn't make you double back
Haven't found what you're missing yet
So it's another round
We'll start all over again
(And again, and again, and again...)
But I just know there's something wrong
I'm up all night picking out flowers
But you'd rather take it slow
Crash the car five feet from home
How am I supposed to know if you'd rather live your life alone?
But you can't say what you don't know
You're picking fights, you don't know why
You've got no self control
You're at the wheel and you're letting go
Slamming through the floor
Out of sight, you're taking flight
How am I supposed to know?
You're in control, then you explode
How am I supposed to know?
I'd rather just die 'cause you're out of your mind