Maybe I'm a pessimist   What if all the gray clouds in the sky   Would follow me home tonight?      Maybe I'm an atheist   What if there's no God waiting to meet me   At the end of the working week?      Maybe I'm just delicate   Maybe I am      Just not clever enough to persuade   Everyone of the reasons, we're failing each other   And it's not the same, not the same to me   No, it's not the same, not the same to me      Maybe I'm an optimist   What if all the damage that was done   Was never done to me?      Maybe I'm a liar   What if all the truths that I have told   Are better left, better left unsaid?      Maybe I'm just delicate   And maybe I am      Just not clever enough to persuade   Everyone of the reasons, we're failing each other   And it's not the same, not the same to me   Well no, it's not the same, not the same to me      What sticks to me   Sticks to you like glue   What sticks to me   Sticks to you like glue      Maybe I'm just delicate   And maybe I am      Just not clever enough to persuade   Everyone of the reasons, we're failing each other   And it's not the same, not the same to me   No, it's not the same, not the same to me      So I'll pack up my bags and leave   Pack up my bags and leave