You give this way more thought than it deserves

You say when I tell you about my fear of rejection

I wouldn't know better than to get scared

'Cause since we met we've had this great connection

"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale!"

You say as I look up dreaming

I know better then to include the both of us

But I can't sleep...

When you're gone

And you say

"what's another day?"

This stage of oblivion I find comfortable

And prior to this I never spoke

You say you understand my bsence now

And why I never tell jokes

You know...

Whats another day?

When we're already getting used to gray

What's another day?

If inspiration grows out from this

What's another day?

From silance is the next best thing to bliss

And we're all getting used to hearing you say

You know... [x2]