I'm not sure which version you based your lyrics on, but this is the album version:
I left a message on your phone.
It's still eight months since you have called.
Awake at night I think to myself,
Put it to bed so I can rest.
It's getting hard to feel sorry for you.
I think your playing a victim.
It's not abandonment when I get pushed away.
Your track record has it's history of
repeating habit through apologies.
And I've been running that track for far too long.
I can't jump back in with the drop of a dime,
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.
What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye?
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.
We're only getting older so we'll run out of time
to put things in perspective.
You think you're perfect, you wait and see,
This life is hard and it's brutal.
I did the best I could for what I had.
There's leather over your ears, its been bound and cuffed,
I'm just trying to guide you, is it not enough for myself
And my lack of mind?
I can't jump back in with the drop of a dime,
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.
What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye?
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.
We're only getting older so we'll run out of time
to put things in perspective.
Right now I'm looking at your picture, torn two years ago.
I'm not that far off behind, I'm where you once were.
I see the boy in your arms, I see the tables turn.
I feel myself in your shoes, I feel there's something I've learned.
I can't jump back in at the drop of a dime
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet
What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye?
I'm not ready yet, still not ready yet
We're only getting older, so we'll run out of time
To put things in perspective
In perspective
In perspective
I'm not sure which version you based your lyrics on, but this is the album version:
I left a message on your phone. It's still eight months since you have called. Awake at night I think to myself, Put it to bed so I can rest.
It's getting hard to feel sorry for you. I think your playing a victim. It's not abandonment when I get pushed away. Your track record has it's history of repeating habit through apologies. And I've been running that track for far too long.
I can't jump back in with the drop of a dime, I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet. What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye? I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet. We're only getting older so we'll run out of time to put things in perspective.
You think you're perfect, you wait and see, This life is hard and it's brutal. I did the best I could for what I had. There's leather over your ears, its been bound and cuffed, I'm just trying to guide you, is it not enough for myself And my lack of mind?
I can't jump back in with the drop of a dime, I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet. What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye? I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet. We're only getting older so we'll run out of time to put things in perspective.
Right now I'm looking at your picture, torn two years ago. I'm not that far off behind, I'm where you once were. I see the boy in your arms, I see the tables turn. I feel myself in your shoes, I feel there's something I've learned.
I can't jump back in at the drop of a dime I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye? I'm not ready yet, still not ready yet We're only getting older, so we'll run out of time To put things in perspective In perspective In perspective