If I were to make you a proposition Would you accept? only under one condition tell me the things that you can't tell no one Thoughts that you've kept close to your chest How long can you disguise how you feel with a song? All day long, until you feel there's nothing wrong here!
Until the truth starts pouring. Just like a storm My thoughts, I'm torn I guess I'm just nobody I guess we're wrong to feel we belong
If I'm made of rubber than you're made of glue all your words bounce off of me and they get stuck back on you Him he's growing the greenest of grass in the land Head in the sand, hand over hand I will rebuild 'til I have what you have I'll be just like you when I steal your dreams right out from under you again
It seams the grass is greener just down the road Someone's house no one's home I guess there's just nobody I guess we're wrong to feel we belong
