I'm making songs because I can't have you
I locked up in this tiny room
Writing poetry with the words we once knew
The melody goes to my head
Like some phosphorescent waterbed
And I'm still alone with torn sheets
And the thought of you and me
There's been times where I just could not breathe
Next to love I thought was leaving me
How insecure it all might have seemed
But you put those words into my head
Like some psychotic killer
And I just can't live with that
Without the thought of you and me
So I pray, but no one's listening
Well you're just in time, so tune right in
It's all going according to plan
She says one last final goodbye
He says, "Here's to you kid"
And this is how the song should end
Like the thought of you and me
Well I know there are better days
Ahead but I only see your face
I can't tell you why I feel this way
When your goodbye turns into a runaway
When your goodbye turns into an "I couldn't stay,"
When your goodbye becomes a year ago today
I remember the thought of you and me