I'll take a day and explain away the way I've been of late
I'll paint a page with the blacks and the greys that I found that I see of late
I'd hate to stay awake and name the place I've been of late
Okay, you say, and I'll admit to it plainly, how have I been of late?
I've been fighting feelings of a kind
And I keep stealing glances out of sight
It's hard to feel romantic in these times
I've never put a name to what's inside
Let's say, for the sake of our little debate, that this comes not too late
And wait to blame such a stupid thing on how it's been of late
I can't retain any way to play it like I did of late
I'd hate to be the weakest link when you ask me, how have I been of late?
I've been fighting feelings of a kind
And I keep stealing glances out of sight
It's hard to feel romantic in these times
I've never put a name to what's inside
I pulled back, I don't know why
No, it didn't feel too right
Something from before must've died, alright
Falling back in habits I despise
Feeling like my interests are crimes
Never knowing what to do, or why
I've been fighting feelings of a kind
And I keep stealing glances out of sight
It's hard to feel romantic in these times
I've never put a name to what's inside
Falling back in habits I despise
Feeling like my interests are crimes
Never knowing what to do, or why
Must be what's inside
