I'm passively pondering the purpose of everything I meant to say to you I'm constantly wondering if decisions I made would've happened out of the blue Would they have happened out of the blue? Would they have ever happened at all? I have a habit of running away from all the good things That come and everything that's supposed make me safe And alive I never wanted to see you cry You're so far away It's hard to tell when I've made a change But I'd take your call every morning Please say I never tried again Please say that this never happened I'll never make that drive again I wasted so much gas and wasted so many miles On the car We never got that far I can't direct my feelings any different than I have I can't direct my emotions any better than I have this time I'll go along I don't know what I've done wrong It's a Swimming lesson in a seaside depression manufactured all by myself I guess I'll just move on But I don't know what I've done wrong I guess I'll just move on I guess I'll just move on