Daylight strays through the window shades
and picks me up off the shelf.
In a blur, how can I find her
and how can I find myself?
I shake off the dust of the night
but there's one dream I can't shake.
I step out under the light
half-expecting the sky to break.
She makes the reason rhyme
but I can't make her mine.
She says it's him she loves
and I believe she does.
On the street shuffling my feet,
I try not to seem so sad.
Friends of mine say I'm looking fine
but I'm just about to crack
and I feel that everyone knows
though nobody says anything.
The faces, they come and they go
but there's little help they can bring.
She makes the reasons rhyme...