If I were to make you a proposition Would you accept? Only under one condition Tell me the things that you can't tell no one Thoughts that you've kept close to your chest How long can you disguise what you feel with a song? All day long, until you feel there's nothing wrong here Until the truth starts pouring Just like a storm My thoughts, I'm torn I guess I'm just nobody I guess I'm wrong to feel we belong If I'm made of rubber, then you're made of glue All your words bounce off of me, and they get stuck back on you Him, he's growing the greenest of gla** in the land Head in the sand, hand over hand I will rebuild till I have what you have I'll be just like you when I steal your dreams Right out from under you again It seems the gra** is greener Just down the road Someone's house, no one's home I guess there's just nobody I guess we're wrong to feel we belong