I think these are wrong all over the internet. This is what I've always thought I heard, but of course I could be mistaken:
You've gone and then you missed my birthday.
You've gone and left me on my own.
I'm hard to take--it's cool, anyway.
It's not so bad to stay at home.
Is it true that it's me?
You can say all the things you want to,
but you don't easily if you take all this weight behind me and let it go.
Now it's you. You forget all the things you want to.
And you're not here in the end, so there's nothing left to say.
I guess you passed me on my birthday.
You slid right through the year I've grown.
Now I ... can't remember anyway.
Remind me to wash my hands reeeal slow.
Is it true that it's me?
You can say all the things you want to,
but you don't easily if you take all this weight behind me and let it go.
Now it's you. You forget all the things you want to.
And you're not here in the end, so there's nothing left to say.
You'd gone and then you missed my birthday.
I know we'd do it all again.
The End for cold or warm, so anyway...
This time I close my eyes and really wish you'd come.
Is it true that it's me?
You can say all the things you want to,
but you don't easily if you take all this weight behind me and let it go.
Now it's you. You forget all the things you want to.
And you're not here in the end, so there's nothing left to say.
I think these are wrong all over the internet. This is what I've always thought I heard, but of course I could be mistaken:
You've gone and then you missed my birthday. You've gone and left me on my own. I'm hard to take--it's cool, anyway. It's not so bad to stay at home.
Is it true that it's me? You can say all the things you want to, but you don't easily if you take all this weight behind me and let it go. Now it's you. You forget all the things you want to. And you're not here in the end, so there's nothing left to say.
I guess you passed me on my birthday. You slid right through the year I've grown. Now I ... can't remember anyway. Remind me to wash my hands reeeal slow.
Is it true that it's me? You can say all the things you want to, but you don't easily if you take all this weight behind me and let it go. Now it's you. You forget all the things you want to. And you're not here in the end, so there's nothing left to say.
You'd gone and then you missed my birthday. I know we'd do it all again. The End for cold or warm, so anyway... This time I close my eyes and really wish you'd come.
Is it true that it's me? You can say all the things you want to, but you don't easily if you take all this weight behind me and let it go. Now it's you. You forget all the things you want to. And you're not here in the end, so there's nothing left to say.