In Other Words

I could tell you that I miss you, but you've heard that song before I could tell you to come home, but you already closed that door I could tell you how it feels to be on my own again I would say it feels the same, but this time it's different This time it's different I could tell you it was my fault - that you were right and I was wrong I could tell you how I kick myself for writing you into a song I could tell you how it feels to be on my own again I would say I feel the same, but this time I'm different This time I'm different Don't tell me it meant nothing or that you never cared When neither you nor I can define exactly what we shared And if we just can't apply any language that we've learned To help us understand something we never even heard Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that word Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that... I can tell you weren't ready to hear me say it first I can tell I moved too quickly, didn't prepare for the worst I can tell I was impatient every step of the way I can tell that, sometimes, there is nothing one can say Nothing one can say I can tell the distance cost us everything we earned I can tell I sabotaged us by insisting you could learn I can tell you were indifferent every step of the way I can tell that, sometimes, there is nothing I can say Nothing I can say Don't tell me it meant nothing or that you never cared When neither you nor I can define exactly what we shared And if we just can't apply any language that we've learned To help us understand something we never even heard Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that word Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that... At least there's always hope, we can learn to love that word