I'm talking
To myself these days
More than
I usually do
Cause then
I'll know how my words sound
When they pour out in front of you
Writing
My words before I
Say them
I wanna see them
Written
So I'll be sure they look
The way I mean them to
And I might be crazy
To think that if it's perfect it'll feel right
And I will feel fine
And I might be crazy
To think that closure comes from
Saying goodbye
Cause sometimes it does
But sometimes it doesn't
Sometimes your words are perfectly spoken
Perfectly clear
Perfectly chosen
With perfect incite
And it don't make it right
Sometimes your heart is perfectly open
You think the truth
Will fix what's been broken
Still it feels like
You just can't make it right
Can't make it right
Can't make it right
I'm thinking
About you in the distance
Reading my words and phrases
Silently relating
How I hope you will
I'm waiting
For words that you're not saying
You're like a ghost in training
Avoiding saying anything to save me from my
Crazy
Cause I said, "if it's perfect it'll feel right. And I will feel fine"
And I might be crazy
To think that closure comes from saying goodbye
When sometimes it does
And sometimes it doesn't
Sometimes your words are perfectly spoken
Perfectly clear
Perfectly chosen
With perfect incite
And it don't make it right
Sometimes your heart is perfectly open
You think the truth
Will fix what's been broken
Still it feels like
You just can't make it right