I was excited for her to leave
Before she even arrived
It's just this sort of over-planning
That allows me to survive
At worse she's just "best in theory"
The kind of ghost that just follows dogs around
Why don't you yet remind me
Of a youth that's behind me and fading fast?
You have too much class
You have too much "you"
I like those who remind me
How I followed so blindly
Whatever's down the stairs
If anything's even there
Was there even "you"?
What I brought up was not even in the scene
They made it look like I was lying
I got so angry, I couldn't see
I woke up and I was already driving
Looks like I lost much more than hours
I'm a boat that I'd rather not talk about
Why don't you yet remind me
Of a youth that's behind me and fading fast?
You have too much class
You have too much "you"
I like those who remind me
How I followed so blindly
Whatever's down the stairs
If anything's even there
If there was even a "you"?