These are the thoughts that I wrote In the book that I took from your drawer. The syllables are strained and hard to explain But I promise my intentions are pure And it's raining outside which is fine cause I remember We'd huddle just to keep each other warm And I know it wasn't me but its all that I see But the meaning might be hard to absorb Yea the meaning might be hard to absorb Why, I knew you would I said "why, why, the words don't come to me like they should" These city streets breathe and I wish I could leave But they're beggin' for the right to be heard And I try to scream, "yea this is all a dream And this situation seems so absurd" "This doesn't seem to fit", I say as I sit With my head in my hands on the curb And this doesn't make sense, which makes no difference Because I never get what I should deserve No I never get what I should deserve Why, I knew you would I said "Why, why, the words don't come to me like they should" Cause I am predictable, closed-minded You were my sanity now I can't find it I am predictable Why, I knew you would I said "Why, why, the words don't come to me like they should" These are the thoughts that I wrote In the book that I took from your drawer.