It's obvious you're playing games
And you were mysterious like the rabbit you'd frame
Those thousand words you said to me
Well, clearly they never meant anything
Cause I don't get it
I just don't get it
I never understand
The paintings in your hands
I don't get it
Yeah, yeah
You were the apple of my eye
You were the seatbelt across my chest
You were the knife in my own back
In hindsight
You were the apple of my eye
You were the seatbelt across my chest
You were the knife in my own back
In hindsight
How could you say all those things
Every damn day with no feelings
Attached to the words you can't deny
Clearly you had something behind
I don't get it
I still can't get it
I never understand
The paintings in your hands
I don't get it
Yeah, yeah
You were the apple of my eye
You were the seatbelt across my chest
You were the knife in my own back
In hindsight
You were the apple of my eye
You were the seatbelt across my chest
You were the knife in my own back
In hindsight
In hindsight
You were the apple of my eye
You were the seatbelt across my chest
You were the knife in my own back
In hindsight
You were the apple of my eye
You were the seatbelt across my chest
You were the knife in my own back
In hindsight