Besedila: Smoking Popes. Pretty Pathetic.

You should've heard me sobbing
As I drove home at night
Got into bed and stayed there
For days, I just laid there, having been
Permanently changed but we won't get into that now
Let's take it from the start

You should've seen me smiling
Like the world was mine
She used to call me baby, softly, sometimes
But if I dwell on those days too long
I feel like my life is over and that's no good
So let's move on

To the part where where I begin to sense her distance
I panic and hold on tighter
That makes it worse
How am I supposed to take it when she says
This is something I'm going through
It's got nothing to do with you

I had a special evening all planned out
Desperately determined to reignite
Some spark between us, she had to feel something for me
A love as strong as ours doesn't just go away
Can't just turn it off, unless she was lying all those times
But I don't think so, I really don't think so

The way she used to look at me
Made me a thousand feet high
The meaning of the word cool
Not the same geek who fumbled
With his words that night
The ugliest night

I said some pretty awkward things
I got the feeling that she felt sorry for me
I should've seen it was hopeless and left it alone
But I had to go on embarrassing myself

I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly

I must've sounded pretty pathetic I know
That's why I don't blame her for what she said
But listen to me rambling
We don't know each other that well
But you're so easy to talk to

I feel I could tell you almost anything
I hope I haven't put you off
I have a tendency to do that
Why don't I just be quiet?