when i held you last night, i could not believe   that some day not too long off i would have to leave   but i can't tell you what you'll always mean to me   there's things you just can't say, and apparently just can't see   but i know that sooner or later, we'll be together   everything can't keep going wrong forever   well i don't know what you want and what i want and whatever   but things have been worse, but things could be better   maybe you can't be the girl i want you to   maybe you don't understand yourself, but see, i do   so maybe there's an answer -- i'm asking you   there's so many things that i can't keep a perspective   i'm losing sight of the primary objective   i want to say "to heck with it," things are getting hectic   but every now and then there's that glimmer of perfection   but all the time i don't know what's good for me   or which way to go   and i told myself i didn't care about that   but i cut myself in half   there's a time for changing, and for letting go   i can't save the future now, but let me know   where i think i'm going, what i've left behind   what i look forward to knowing, what i hope to find   all leads back to one place, straight into your arms   i can't be complete unless i know where you are   "uh, this message is for mr. fincher.   uh, my call is in reference to david fincher,   and my name is david fincher.   david, please contact mr. fincher.   you can call collect at 708-fincher.   again, my name is mr. fincher, and my name is mr. fincher.   please call. thank you."