If I were to make you a proposition
Would you accept?
only under one condition
tell me the things that you can't tell no one
Thoughts that you've kept close to your chest
How long can you disguise how you feel with a song?
All day long, until you feel there's nothing wrong here!

Until the truth starts pouring.
Just like a storm
My thoughts, I'm torn
I guess I'm just nobody
I guess we're wrong to feel we belong

If I'm made of rubber than you're made of glue
all your words bounce off of me and they get stuck back on you
Him he's growing the greenest of grass in the land
Head in the sand, hand over hand
I will rebuild 'til I have what you have
I'll be just like you when I steal your dreams right out from under you again

It seams the grass is greener
just down the road
Someone's house no one's home
I guess there's just nobody
I guess we're wrong to feel we belong