Predictable - Jesse Ruben

These are the thoughts that I wrote

In the book that I took from your drawer

The syllables are strained and hard to explain

But I promise my intentions are pure

And its raining outside which is fine cause I remember

We’d huddle just to keep each other warm

And I know it wasn’t me but its all that I see

But the meaning might be hard to absorb

Yea the meaning might be hard to absorb

Why, I knew you would

I said «why, why, the words don’t come to me like they should»

These city streets breathe and I wish I could leave

But they’re beggin for the right to be heard

And I try to scream, «yea this is all a dream

And this situation seems so absurd»

«This doesn’t seem to fit», I say as I sit

With my head in my hands on the curb

And this doesn’t make sense, which makes no difference

Because I never get what I should deserve

No I never get what I should deserve

Why, I knew you would

I said «Why, why, the words don’t come to me like they should»

Cause I am predictable, closed-minded

You were my sanity now I can’t find it

I am predictable

Why, I knew you would

I said «Why, why, the words don’t come to me like they should»

These are the thoughts that I wrote

In the book that I took from your drawer