We're on the backburner But I won't stop 'til you take it away We took a wrong turn there And now I'm looking for a place to stay I'm not what I used to be I'm distant, lacking empathy Drop your guard and I'll concede Call me anything and I'll agree Oh won't you call it what it is? I'm a mess but you still insist It's a long time coming I'm trapped between the lines of all the awful poetry I write About you My whole outlook changes With every passing hour But I don't feel so fickle Whenever you're around You're not what I thought you'd be Delicate with words you weave Carry yourself recklessly With an air of northern mystery Oh won't you call it what it is? I'm a mess but you still insist It's a long time coming I'm trapped between the lines of all the awful poetry I write About you And I come back down to Earth with a bang Watching images of you start to fade away and crumble in my hand When will you understand? And call it what it is I'm a mess but you still insist It's a long time coming I'm trapped between the lines of all the awful poetry I write About you We're on the backburner And I've been lost since you took it away