You, you're makin' me feel like the heel.
The one broken spoke in your wheel,
The wrench in the guts and the gears.

Yet, I comply with the scene
Because I cannot leave you be.
Enamored I am totally.
But still on the leaves of the tea, I can read.

What you say and what you do
Are two things completely
Different to me.
Don't give me your word if
You will not keep it.
Then, you won't have to say you're sorry, you're sorry
To me.

You, you make up these rules as you go.
The ones I'm expected to know,
Expected to feel as I'm told.

I drag out this question to light:
What if your method ain't right?
What if there was something contrite,
Something to offer that might be alright?

What you say and what you do
Are two things completely
Different to me.
Don't give me your word if
You will not keep it.
Then, you won't have to say you're sorry, you're sorry
To me.

You, prolonging the end of your youth,
Dramatic and wholly uncouth.
It ain't wrong or right, it's the truth
I pursue.

I think you know what I mean.
I think you know I know me.