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