Lemon

Didn't feel like meeting you It was late at night but you said you felt so blue In the months since I last saw you You got a new tattoo of a band you barely knew You skip the summers here You go overseas in search of chemistry I dreamt that you're out of reach I found your caller ID but no answering machine I'd rather just die 'cause you're out of your mind But you can't feel there's something wrong Up all night, you're picking fights How am I supposed to learn When to take the wheel When you lose control? Well, what am I to do? You already look so damn confused Strike up again in the fall You leave a ring of clovers hanging on the door I let it go unremarked Replace the old bouquet in the same old, cloudy vase Trains splitting from the tracks Thirty feet of snow couldn't make you double back Haven't found what you're missing yet So it's another round We'll start all over again (And again, and again, and again...) But I just know there's something wrong I'm up all night picking out flowers But you'd rather take it slow Crash the car five feet from home How am I supposed to know if you'd rather live your life alone? But you can't say what you don't know You're picking fights, you don't know why You've got no self control You're at the wheel and you're letting go Slamming through the floor Out of sight, you're taking flight How am I supposed to know? You're in control, then you explode How am I supposed to know? I'd rather just die 'cause you're out of your mind