  The Sad Thing Working up the courage to not say anything I am left alone in my defeat And no one wants to ask uncomfortable questions So I’m given too much room to speak.
Back and forth across the space between us Run the words I never got to say And if you didn’t understand all my cryptic messages I could pretend that I really wanted to stay. You and I were always just a little too effusive Honesty’s a bitter pill to take It’s hard trying to walk quietly through this crowd Since silence is the one thing we always break.
Tip-toeing through the awkward moments I’ve become what I always claimed to fear Since I never took the chance to settle things between us I can’t blame you when I try to disappear. It’s a hazard that comes with the position The ability you have to read my face But I’m adept at keeping you at a distance And the saddest thing is I’m comfortable out of place. 
