first of all
when it comes to reading between the lines you see
through it all
a humble display of the level at which you perceive
nearly all
of the battles we fought the first shot was fired by me
and I thought
to myself all alone late at night oh how could that be

even though I'm not sorry
I'd like to think that you've forgiven me
but I try not to worry
the end of the story is often the hardest to read
oh how could that be

lately I've
been counting the steps it would take to take me to you
thirty five
thousand but thats only counting if you're walking too
and I find
if we take it in stride we'll divide all the hours in two
never mind
in the time it would take I could find something better to do
it wont be with you