I ask myself,
and it feels like it's the first time I ask when I know it's one of my most common lines of thought
was is ever supposed to be this hard?

Costello lyrics in my head
Costello isn't you,
but he's me

warfare every time I try and deliver a thought
you interpret as if you expect me to hold conventional thoughts
and as if you're scared
a dog that's been beaten too many times

it's ironic,
only you and me would know,
but it's ironic that I'm the reason right now
with all we built this with

and all those tears that were supposed to be mine,
I think they're yours