Miss Maybe, I don't want to see your face today, and I'm weary of all the things I think to say but hardly say. Why don't I say them? I'm broken down, and oh they spin around me till it's morning.
I am not a beggar, but I ask forgiveness and for solace as I fade away. If I fade away, please look away.
Miss Maybe, half measures don't fulfill me. I'm a captive. Yeah, I'm captured far away from your sea. Your silver song imprisons me. I can't hear it. So I sing alone, but still I listen.
Miss Maybe, I'm tired of all this compromise, and I realize the tears behind my eyes they fall for endings. How long and hard I try and still there's endings. Ties they come undone, they slip away.