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
