these are the thoughts that i wrote in the book that i took from your drawer the syllables are strained and hard to explain but i promise my intentions are pure and its raining outside which is fine cause i remember we d huddle just to keep each other warm and i know it wasn t me but its all that i see but the meaning might be hard to absorb yea the meaning might be hard to absorb why i knew you would i said why why the words don t come to me like they should these city streets breathe and i wish i could leave but they re beggin for the right to be heard and i try to scream yea this is all a dream and this situation seems so absurd this doesn t seem to fit i say as i sit with my head in my hands on the curb and this doesn t make sense which makes no difference because i never get what i should deserve no i never get what i should deserve why i knew you would i said why why the words don t come to me like they should cause i am predictable closed minded you were my sanity now i can t find it i am predictable why i knew you would i said why why the words don t come to me like they should these are the thoughts that i wrote in the book that i took from your drawer