everything I said to you, and everything I thought was true, everything I thought  I knew maybe isn't true...there's pieces from some other fit, some nights I'd rather forget,but oh lately my outside looking in sees something different-

I never know what to do- about you-everytime I think-we're through all the times I 've seen a picture clean, out of a book- thought I'd know it with just one look- but I never know- what to do-about you...

Before the world eats on through, what 's saved and supposed to, get real and look like someone who , knows the way-maybe it's not one shining list, maybe it wasn't just the kiss, maybe it's who we are when nothing fits-

I never know...

maybe i really was afraid, maybe you were trying too hard, but all our frailties make us who we are-in the end...