Lean on my tongue-in-cheek evasions
A hollow crutch to pull me through it
And I may be limp for not being able
To speak up
But it burns to think of you

My every step so calculated
Feet always touch down
Solid ground
But land escapes when you're connected
To the safe assumption of the expected

Now I'm sad 'cause you don't know
Really sad it does not show

Lean on my tongue-in-cheek evasions
A hollow crutch to pull me through it
And I may be limp for not being able
To speak up
But it burns to think of you

Now I'm sad 'cause you don't know
Really sad it does not show