Maybe I'm a pessimist What if all the gray clouds in the sky Would follow me home tonight? Maybe I'm an atheist What if there's no God waiting to meet me At the end of the working week? Maybe I'm just delicate Maybe I am Just not clever enough to persuade Everyone of the reasons, we're failing each other And it's not the same, not the same to me No, it's not the same, not the same to me Maybe I'm an optimist What if all the damage that was done Was never done to me? Maybe I'm a liar What if all the truths that I have told Are better left, better left unsaid? Maybe I'm just delicate And maybe I am Just not clever enough to persuade Everyone of the reasons, we're failing each other And it's not the same, not the same to me Well no, it's not the same, not the same to me What sticks to me Sticks to you like glue What sticks to me Sticks to you like glue Maybe I'm just delicate And maybe I am Just not clever enough to persuade Everyone of the reasons, we're failing each other And it's not the same, not the same to me No, it's not the same, not the same to me So I'll pack up my bags and leave Pack up my bags and leave