Words only mean what you want them to mean

Everything that wasn't said left lying between

What was really meant and what it will now hold

He watches the confusion he created now unfold

He sits in the morning not knowing what to say

Not exactly sure how it goes, just feeling his way

He scratches his head, still not sure what to write

He starts to write the things he think she might like

She doesn't see things through the same eyes I do

The eyes, that due to my mood, change their hue

How can I be expected to see things as she would?

Would I change the things I saw? If only I could..

If he knew what he wrote would be deemed untrue

He'd turn his back on everything he thought he knew

He'd change his life around to make thing seem right

Make them fit into this tiny box held just out of sight

He'd say he was sorry and swallow his pride

Apologize for letting her see what was inside

He'd tell her she's not as perfect as he thinks

And that sometimes, yeah, her shit does stink

Nobody wants to have to live up to perfection

It's about time we get back in the right direction

So this is what he is saying to the girl he knows

He knows she's not perfect, but as far as that goes

WHO GIVES A FUCK! IT'S ONLY WORDS