Syllables

I want you around but I can’t
And I don’t want to be proud, but I can’t get it out my mouth
Split the difference, go on, I promise I’ll keep your secret safe with me
We knew it was all your fault at least
But whose fault is it now?
I know it’s not an end, but I know it’s not a start
Am I clapping out the syllables to «Your hands tear•ing this a•part»?
And I know it’s not love when it’s not love
And I know that you know that it’s not love
I want you around but I can’t
And I don’t want to be proud but I can’t spit you out my mouth
So I’ll sing «Is Nice» in the back of your car
When it was clear to me you’d stopped listening
I can’t picture you
I can’t get it right
My friends are so damn loud I know
Why can’t they quiet down, oh no
My friends are so damn loud I know
Why can’t they quiet down and slow their words
To tell me what I want to hear?
Come on and tell me what I want to hear!