Heartbeats that race, but feet that drag
Your parents split up and I'm left here to feel sorry for you
I'm just not sure if this is how it's supposed to be with me on your bed,
and your eyes glued to the TV
I'm just not sure if I fit into this film strip of yesterdays
and this is as real as it gets
This is as real as I can be
and it just feels right floating around your room
It just feels right touching your hair
It just feels right to hold onto what we felt before
But I'm apathetic with a capitol "A"
And I'm fading into this old chair
There just isn't enough magic to turn this one around
I can't play the role of concerned anymore
She says, "This life is for the birds"
But heavens no, don't go away tonight
'Cause this isn't about what's on the TV set
It's about how you've handled yourself
and how it isn't working anymore
It's ten seconds until it gets quiet
It's old and it's far fetched to say that spring is around the corner
And if this is how it ends, I'm already dead