I know you got problems, but I've got some too
Mine will always consume me more than they concern you
They sit home and sulk and stack up all the things that I do
And that takes up some time but I'm sorry I don't talk to you
And I try realizing what silence is putting you through
But it's too double-sided for me to feel sorry for you
The fact is I'm haunting myself for not wanting the truth
And that takes up some time but I've wanted to take time for you
My faltering tone non-definitively talking through
Finding a line between hiding and keeping from you
The fact that I don't understand is not anything new
And that tells you a lot but I'm tired of still telling you