well you all go away, leave me by myself, some days so
i've been sitting here, counting days, subtracting years.
that's just me and my fears, me in my home.
are you by yourself? 'cause i'm all alone.
and i don't think you can complain.
then we all disappear. pay the bills, then leave them here.
you've got yourself to blame if you don't like how things have changed or stayed the same,
or come and gone, how you used to feel, or have felt all along. come on.
i don't think you can complain.
i don't mean to seem resigned, but i know i can't make up your mind.