A sullen spent seven years Scraping love from the dust that covers your fingerprints I sit around and watch the splintering Of a trust that I never seemed to have a hand in Well maybe it's true I'm barely there So easily mistaken for your favorite chair Like a perfect and graceful fading
Well I thank you For giving me nothing 'cause who could be a witness Who could have the patience You like to sit there in it Privileged and indifferent
You never come around to see my side So i don't get to tell you that I'm doing fine Monday comes, and Monday goes You're my faithful, stand-by no show
'cause who could tell the story Sit down and read it to me Who'd reveal their memories Be the first to say Yeah I do see you when you're looking down Pages scattered on the ground You're the one who tore them out You're the one who tore them out
Yeah I do see you Right through And it feels too soon to leave you Leave you