I'm talking To myself these days More than I usually do Cause then I'll know how my words sound When they pour out in front of you Writing My words before I Say them I wanna see them Written So I'll be sure they look The way I mean them to And I might be crazy To think that if it's perfect it'll feel right And I will feel fine And I might be crazy To think that closure comes from Saying goodbye Cause sometimes it does But sometimes it doesn't Sometimes your words are perfectly spoken Perfectly clear Perfectly chosen With perfect incite And it don't make it right Sometimes your heart is perfectly open You think the truth Will fix what's been broken Still it feels like You just can't make it right Can't make it right Can't make it right I'm thinking About you in the distance Reading my words and phrases Silently relating How I hope you will I'm waiting For words that you're not saying You're like a ghost in training Avoiding saying anything to save me from my Crazy Cause I said, "if it's perfect it'll feel right. And I will feel fine" And I might be crazy To think that closure comes from saying goodbye When sometimes it does And sometimes it doesn't Sometimes your words are perfectly spoken Perfectly clear Perfectly chosen With perfect incite And it don't make it right Sometimes your heart is perfectly open You think the truth Will fix what's been broken Still it feels like You just can't make it right