This isn? t the way I planned it, This is the missus, she misses the good things Only to be bothered, only to get involved Staring at the mirror, breaking a smile and crying Your well and quill are seething Write me a letter, it? s better to read things Lines are indications, the station? s calling you You? re taken off of standby This isn? t the way I? d have it This isn? t bearing witness Tearing the corners, other sad endings Pacing through the front yard, we? re not leaving yet They can? t keep their hands off This isn? t the way I planned it