i scroll back shuffle the stack and fold my hand to the wayside, i'll sit out this time potholes puckering the pavement you couldn't be what you wanted to be you couldn't be but you wanted to frost heaves pushing up the pavement contracted and yielding the cracks you couldn't be what you wanted to be so you filtered it from your view you couldn't be what you wanted to be all your past set to only you we pretended we could weather anything but whether or not turned out to be a little too forward - what's the proper synonym to explain the thing i've been feeling without repeating what you just said that you were feeling too? sorting out of phase, cuz you and i can't seem to reconcile our differences, we placate, we just can't seem to reconcile our minor differences, it's sad but not impossible it's bad but we're not terrible we just can't seem to reconcile our minor differences, silent staring at a skillet waiting to flip the pancake you couldn't be what you wanted to be you couldn't be what you wanted to and all your rearview's fogged with morning dew you couldn't see if you wanted to i see less in you and me with each pass ing day i see less with each passing day each passing day each passing day each passing