I miss the light in your voice
and the sound waves in your eyes.
If you think that’s a wrong way to use words,
imagine what I must feel
when I see right through you
and see you use your heart to think
and your mind to love,
and not the other way around.
We use the right instruments
with the wrong notes,
and we put all the blame on it anyway.
I’m putting the blame on you anyway.