The timing was right
And I should have quit
And would have if I'd thought of it
Now this can only get worse before any of it gets better
I plot my moves and map the stages
But it all gets lost on you between the pages
And I'm afraid I lack the things I need
We were set to debate
But I couldn't speak up
So I lost another campaign to win your love
As the trail winds on and keeps dragging me farther from yesterday
I took my time with perfect planning
But my words don't mean a thing if you're not understanding
And I'm afraid I lack the things I need to know
Like why you're letting go
I plot my moves and map the stages
But it all gets lost on you between the pages
And I'm afraid I lack the things I need