I'm getting sick of learning lessons
I'll be here sitting on the floor
I wear my slippers out to breakfast
It doesn't matter anymore
When you get sick and then regret things
I can fix it, come and find me
When I can't think I just forget things
But here there's always something to remind me

Our song overplayed in a couple of months
Melodies often overstay in the attic of our minds
But I can’t seem to get rid of the sweetest one inside of my brain
It’s you, my favorite wind-up box

We walk on opposite sides of the street
Claiming our own pavement
Never surrendered to the idea that you
May become different or complacent
And now all I have is pieces of you
Left out to dry in my own mind
A windup box I can never see

Nothing ever happens for me
That’s okay
I’m used to it
Nothing ever happens round here
That’s okay
I’m used to it
Waiting, I’m waiting
Patiently to love again
Stay and unravel the string I’m tied up in
All I want is to let go