| How you gettin' home? |
| You’re all alone
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| It’s a big world out there
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| Wow, you’re doing well, for yourself
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| I know you don’t see my stare
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| And all I really wanted from you was a chance to get up
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| Just so I could try and try and try again
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| I love it when you take it in the ways
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| I’m not expecting, not addressing after
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| 'cause what’s the risk, anymore?
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| Isn’t it strange?
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| Isn’t it strange?
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| Isn’t it strange?
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| Oh, all the days
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| How you gettin' by? |
| A nine-to-five
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| Is one-third of your life you’re losing
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| I know, I know it’s hard, it’s all a game
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| But that’s just the life we’re choosin', it’s proven
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| To be a little innovative agent waiting, patiently insane
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| But I can feel the day I’m gone
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| Don’t wanna be so complicated, so cliche
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| And so impartial to the laws
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| And how they say I’m wrong, so in love
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| Isn’t it strange?
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| Isn’t it strange?
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| Isn’t it strange?
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| Maybe it’s me
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| They wanna see me go away
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| I just wanna fly away
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| We’re gonna work it out
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| They convinced that I’m a stranger, they
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| Wanna see me go and die today
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| We’re gonna work it out
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| They wanna cast me out
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| Shoot me down
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| Watch me bleed
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| They wanna patch it up, apologize —
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| That’s not how it works
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| I told you you’re not a stranger
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| I told you’ve we’ve met before
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| I told you we’d meet again
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| I told you I was unhappy
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| And I told you I wasn’t going to change
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| I told you how hard everything had gotten
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| And how close I’d gotten to the edge
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| I told you I didn’t know you anymore, you didn’t love me
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| And that’s okay; |
| the constellations didn’t want that
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| There’s no point in hating someone or something if you can’t change the end
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| result
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| You’re sitting there alone writing, bingeing, fighting yourself,
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| losing sight of what’s real
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| And all it takes is one person, one person that really cares
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| Someone you’ve been watching a long time, admiring
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| Even back in the civic days when you could talk to a million people,
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| and still feel alone. |
| All it takes is this one person to say the right thing,
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| to stop feeling the way you’d thought you’d be for the rest of your life
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| I told you —
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| I told you I wasn’t going to work
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| I wasn’t going to work
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| We can’t speak because
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| I’m supposed to be alone
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| I don’t belong like the others
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| I’m a stranger
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| She looked at me and she told me
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| I wasn’t a stranger
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| Just a friend I hadn’t met yet |