Something hit a nerve in me, shook me like a busy Theory Believed in you for all these years, never saw a time That we'd be Backing out of foreign towns / we're definitely up the Wrong tree And picking off the innocent / all the while you Couldn't see
We gave you the world; you're unhappy Still you don't listen to me Must be I said the words a little too fast Or the fact that our opposites are polar
Sparks are flying day and night If only 'cause we're out of favour A time will come around again, friend
And then we'll be right back where
It started with another me Shaking like busy theory Believing you for all these years And never with a need to worry
We gave you the world; you're unhappy Still you don't listen to me Must be I said the words a little too fast Or the fact that our opposites are polar
You threw away the world / now you're happy And you're always talking to me Must be said that my world's a little smaller But for now, there is colour in my corner of it