This isn't the way I planned it,
This is the missus, she misses the good things
Only to be bothered, only to get involved

Staring at the mirror, breaking a smile and crying

Your well and quill are seething

Write me a letter, it's better to read things
Lines are indications, the station's calling you
You're taken off of standby

This isn't the way I'd have it

This isn't bearing witness

Tearing the corners, other sad endings
Pacing through the front yard, we're not leaving yet
They can't keep their hands off

This isn't the way I planned it