Album: All of Us in Our Night
This isn't the way I planned it,
This is the missus, she misses the good things
Only to be bothered, only to get involved
Staring at the mirror, breaking a smile and crying
Your well and quill are seething
Write me a letter, it's better to read things
Lines are indications, the station's calling you
You're taken off of standby
This isn't the way I'd have it
This isn't bearing witness
Tearing the corners, other sad endings
Pacing through the front yard, we're not leaving yet
They can't keep their hands off
This isn't the way I planned it