You feel yourself entitled
To the thoughts I have for you
But I couldn't explain it if I wanted to
See there's no rhyme or reason
To the things I haven't said
They're just a bunch of unused words inked in my head

And so many nightlong repetions
Branded and unnamed
Ten minutes to three o'clock and you
Are walking to the door
Now I'm moving back toward...

By all the current standards
You really make no sense
It seems like this is the best line in my defense
But that's a harder story
I'm fighting to condemn
Maybe I'll become what you want from them

I'm on to you
And what you're trying to do
No caution too extreme
Dilute the truth
They'll all side with you
Your face down on the floor
Now I'm moving back toward

The way it is
The way it is
Now there's nothing left to say
Now there's nothing left to say, but say it anyway