You woke up with that look on your face again The one that says: You better not say the wrong thing So I walked out, I walked away, I walked outside Where I thought, I better not say the wrong thing How could things that seem so simple be so heavy and abusive? And how could things that seem so perfect be so bad? And how could things that seem so clear be so sarcastic and elusive? And how could things that seem so lovely be so sad? I woke up with that feeling in my head again The one that says: You better not do the wrong thing So you walked out, you walked away, you walked outside Where you thought, you better not do the wrong thing How could things that seem so simple be so heavy and abusive? And how could things that seem so perfect be so bad? And how could things that seem so clear be so sarcastic and elusive? And how could things that seem so lovely be so sad? I don’t know why we keep having these kinds of mornings When every little look feels like a warning And walking away feels exactly the same as saying goodbye How could things that seem so simple be so heavy and abusive? And how could things that seem so perfect be so bad? And how could things that seem so clear be so sarcastic and elusive? And how could things that seem so lovely be so sad?