Don't tell me how you feel This isn't peace They broke into the house, Left handprints on the screen You've got a leg up on me You know my songs And what they say, you sing along What you thought before - You ran out of breath I can hear you curse my name So softly through the vents I am made of stone; could be forgot Collecting dust While you leave my love notes out Can't give you what you need. A piece of mind A steadfast lover that keeps your time Wish cinderblocks were red instead of gray I'll slam the door and walk the year we had away I am doomed to make the same mistakes Not knowing who I love Or how to tell the care from hate Foxtails and field thistle, tinder on the flame Hear the fire whisper reasons not to stay Everybody thinks they know A fix for what we've seen Take this picture - ain't she lovely? In the garden, by the weeds In the garden, by the weeds In the garden, by the weeds