Don't want to be the one to make a scene Or tiptoe around what I mean I'm not taking any notes from no angry ghost Conflicted by what it's whispering Don't want to be the one to break your heart Or tiptoe around coming clean I'm drawing on the pages of our history With a warm hand and a leaking gland Be kind, write true with a fine point pen Read the hand signs Take the social cues 'Cos we're all grievin' Leavin' breadcrumbs Tellin' what we've done to the ones we love I'm sorry for the way I am I hope that one day I will understand Be kind, write true with a fine point pen Read the hand signs Take the social cues 'Cos we're all grievin' Leavin' breadcrumbs Tellin' what we've done to the ones we love I'm sorry for the way I am I hope that one day I will understand I hope that one day I will understand I hope that one day I will understand