Holding your interest
Is a war to be won
Your clever intellect
Is so prone to boredom
A moment ordinary
Familiar and unfun
Is unveling right now

Keeping your distance
With your sullen folded arms
You deliver what you wanted
To say for so long
There isn't anything that we haven't said or done
It's familiar right now

And it beats me right now
Always waiting around
As we fake it somehow
Locking fingers right now

You've only seen what you wanted to see
A future so painfully
So plaintively ordinary
Only you
And only me it could be
A future so wondrously
Amazingly ordinary

And it keeps me around
Locking fingers
Somehow
Locking fingers
Right now

There isn't anything that we haven't said or done
There isn't anything that we haven't said or done
There isn't anything