You feel yourself entitled   To the thoughts I have for you   But I couldn't explain it if I wanted to   See there's no rhyme or reason   To the things I haven't said   They're just a bunch of unused words inked in my head      And so many nightlong repetions   Branded and unnamed   Ten minutes to three o'clock and you   Are walking to the door   Now I'm moving back toward...      By all the current standards   You really make no sense   It seems like this is the best line in my defense   But that's a harder story   I'm fighting to condemn   Maybe I'll become what you want from them      I'm on to you   And what you're trying to do   No caution too extreme   Dilute the truth   They'll all side with you   Your face down on the floor   Now I'm moving back toward      The way it is   The way it is   Now there's nothing left to say   Now there's nothing left to say, but say it anyway