Well this is fine
I wake up in the morning, and I'm fine
The coffee's hot, the sun is out, fine
I think I'll read the paper

And I don't care
Haven't heard a word since monday, but that's fair
You needed time I needed space, so there
The pistols that we're pulling, they are question marks
with bullets made of air
 [bad word] 
Cos when the lights go down and I'm all alone, 
All I can feel is the space inside the silences
Of what we thought we used to feel
And I'm making up reasons, explaining decisions
and rationalizing with all of my fears
but it's just not what my heart wants to hear

And this is good!
I'm standing on my own two feet, just like I knew I should
I walk out in the sunlight with my smile on
convinced that I've got everybody fooled, 
Oh I've got everybody fooled!
 [bad word] 

And if you cared at all to call, well that'd be fine
And if you wanted to talk I certainly would find the time
But until then I'll bite my tongue, 
and hold my breath and say goodnight
And I will go to sleep alone with my pride
 [bad word] 

..and there's a hole that I've been trying
to fill up with anything..