With sterile eyes I think there might be something more
To this scene weu0027ve seen a time or two before

Well I canu0027t say Iu0027m surprised, your judgementu0027s poor
So letu0027s settle...

Itu0027s not that itu0027s broken. You chose the words youu0027ve spoken
You swear that you tried
But the linen never lies

So why should I settle for the seasons when in time Iu0027ll find we canu0027t admit when weu0027re wrong
Itu0027s how we choose to decorate our time

So why should I forego?
Breathing softly now I figured Iu0027m the only one who knows
And it seems to me that giving upu0027s the part that hurts the most
And you canu0027t seem to live when you canu0027t wait to die
So spare me the sorrow, hello and goodbye

So why should I settle for the seasons when in time Iu0027ll find we canu0027t admit when weu0027re wrong
Itu0027s how we choose to decorate our time

Wouldnu0027t you like to know? Well I swear itu0027s all under control. Canu0027t take it back
Iu0027m tired of counting the clocks on the wall, why count the time when itu0027s nothing at all
Iu0027m sorry, so sorry, Iu0027m sorry, itu0027s enough
Iu0027m tired of this, forget, forgive.
So is this living, or learning to live with it?