A sullen spent seven years
Scraping love from the dust that covers your fingerprints
I sit around and watch the splintering
Of a trust that I never seemed to have a hand in
Well maybe it's true I'm barely there
So easily mistaken for your favorite chair
Like a perfect and graceful fading
Well I thank you
For giving me nothing
Because who could be a witness
Who could have the patience
You like to sit there in it
Privileged and indifferent
You never come around to see my side
So i don't get to tell you that I'm doing fine
Monday comes, and Monday goes
You're my faithful, stand-by no show
Because who could tell the story
Sit down and read it to me
Who'd reveal their memories
Be the first to say
Yeah I do see you when you're looking down
Pages scattered on the ground
You're the one who tore them out
You're the one who tore them out
Yeah I do see you
Right through
And it feels too soon to leave you
Leave you
Scraping love from the dust that covers your fingerprints
I sit around and watch the splintering
Of a trust that I never seemed to have a hand in
So easily mistaken for your favorite chair
Like a perfect and graceful fading
Well I thank you
For giving me nothing
Who could have the patience
You like to sit there in it
Privileged and indifferent
So i don't get to tell you that I'm doing fine
Monday comes, and Monday goes
You're my faithful, stand-by no show
Sit down and read it to me
Who'd reveal their memories
Be the first to say
Yeah I do see you when you're looking down
Pages scattered on the ground
You're the one who tore them out
You're the one who tore them out
Right through
And it feels too soon to leave you
Leave you
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