Lyrics

Well I’m sorry if I ran with all the facts
If I raised these ruins based on faults and cracks
But left to my own device what to expect
Could I build with shards of stone and silhouette

And what was I supposed to do then
With all these loose ends, to tend to
And what was I supposed to assume dear
Without you hear to talk it through, to talk it through

I blocked a million thoughts
That could have gotten so much darker
Before I settled on this view
I know it’s imperfect
There’s so much else I could have felt
Besides rejected or refused

But what was I supposed to do then
With all these loose ends, to tend to
And what was I supposed to assume dear
Without you here to talk it

Through ooo, ooo
To talk it, through ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo

Well I’m sorry if I ran up all the tabs
With my head in my hand
And my hand wrapped around the glass
And the man with the wine
He is glazing his eyes for the millionth time
As I read him my rights
As I lay out my shaky facts

And what was I supposed to do then
With all these loose ends, to tend to
And what was I supposed to assume dear
Without you here to talk it through, to talk it through