I’ve got the photograph in place
I pack the car and count the stars in space
And I wonder if you knew
And I thought if it was true, then I might be wrong

It’s overstated, and I’m falling backwards in it
I’ve finally made it through the mess I left of you

So prepare a thousand voices
Spread the thrill of something new
Your smile fakes your different courses
Cause you might not make it through

And you wonder if you knew it all along
And you thought if it was true, you might be wrong.. you might be wrong.

It’s overstated, and I’m falling backwards in it
I’ve finally made it through the mess I left of you

I’m so far away. Nothing really makes me quite as nervous as you
I’m so far away. Nothing really makes me quite as nervous as the mess I left of you.

I pack the car, I count the stars, I’ve got the photograph in place
I let her know that I let it go. I’ve got the world. I’ve got my space
And I wonder if you knew it all along
Then I thought if it was true, I might be wrong

I’ll invent another person for you
You can wrap it up in beautiful mistakes
I’ve finally made it through the mess I’ve left of you

The something there, is you
And it might be someone fairly sure of someone just like you
I might be wrong, you might be wrong, and we might be wrong too
The one thing I am fairly sure of …the mess I left of you.