You're in love for the first time, and you don't know what to do
You don't know what to say
You don't know how to act
You listen to your heart
And hope the instincts that follow will keep you in the clear
But you know that life is never fair

But this feels so good...

So then you pour out yourself into an empty cup
But little did you know, it never wanted filled up
You're filling a void, and they're flying from your questions
Like, 'Do you feel the same?'
And they say, 'Babe, we're on the same page.'
And then they burn the book

How was I supposed to know?
If the writing on the wall was so clear, why couldn't I read it?
How was I supposed to know?
If the writing on the wall was so clear, why couldn't I read it?

Now I'm in hell for the first time
And I don't know what to do
I don't know what to wear
Who to talk to, or turn to
I listened to my heart
And put down my guard
And was easily knocked over by a beautiful bulldozer

I ran blind into your street
Dancing on my left feet
And off time to the beat (catch up, catch up!)
You're in places your shouldn't
Like when I'm starting my car
Or pondering the future from your blue abandoned furniture

(Catch up, catch up!)
How was I supposed to know?
If the writing on the wall was so clear, why couldn't I read it?

So how was I supposed to know?
How was I supposed to know? [Repeated]