I wrote a list of everything that's been running round my mind Filled up a page of loose leaf, front and backside And I'd like to tell you some of them but each time I decide It's better for us both if I keep saying I'm alright I counted all the ceiling tiles that hang above my bed There's thirty-seven if you count the half ones, which I did And late last night there was the same amount but why not count again? It's better for us both if you don't ask me how I've been I rearranged the books upon my shelf at least four times First by colour, then by author, then by genre, then by size And we were meant to meet at eight, it's already half past nine It's better for us both if I just stay in tonight I got the nerve to find the words to say what's in my head I listed my neuroses and when I caught my breath I asked for your opinion and after a pause you said It's better for us both if I keep quiet and pretend