Between The Pages

The timing was right

And I should have quit

And would have if I'd thought of it

Now this can only get worse before any of it gets better



I plot my moves and map the stages

But it all gets lost on you between the pages

And I'm afraid I lack the things I need



We were set to debate

But I couldn't speak up

So I lost another campaign to win your love

As the trail winds on and keeps dragging me farther from yesterday



I took my time with perfect planning

But my words don't mean a thing if you're not understanding

And I'm afraid I lack the things I need to know

Like why you're letting go



I plot my moves and map the stages

But it all gets lost on you between the pages

And I'm afraid I lack the things I need