Wicked Days

Why am I stuck here making all the efforts when you don't run to me
Why do I feel the way I do when it's not you and you won't come to me

It was never said that you liked me
It was merely assumed
I have no clue

How do I get over the butterflies when I'm feeling blue
How do I get over the wicked days when I just wanted you
I just want you

Maybe this is better
Maybe how I feel is something in the weather
Why make an awful deal about it
Who cares about some pieces
A puzzle on the floor of me and you

Why write a story where the plot is all random like a puzzle with an extra piece
Why feel the burden of your rock on my shoulder
You'd never carry me

It was never said that you liked me
It was merely assumed
I have no clue

Maybe this is better
Maybe how I feel is something in the weather
Why make an awful deal about it
Who cares about some pieces
A puzzle on the floor of me and you

Who care about some pieces laying on the floor
I'll sew them all together and hang them on the door
For when you're coming around to see me
Oh a new puzzle we'll dream



Credits
Writer(s): John Vancil
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