you were intent on making a move
and i was just biding my time
but you're static cling about inexplicable things
sometimes you've just got to let go
now her face in my wallet won't stop talking politics
when all i want for her is to know
that certainty kills, it is doubt that fulfills
all ways that you wish to grow
i'll figure out
the whys and the hows
don't you worry now
and i'll put them down
underneath the sound
and turn it up too loud
you were content with making demands
and i was just painting your fate
but happy's a season made shorter by reason
so don't envy those drawing the lines