Overdue

It's not what you're thinking

It's so much worse

I don't think you're listening

You can hear them waiting

There must be some interference

Perhaps some slight of hand

No I don't think you're listening

No I don't think you can

It's so so overdue

We're all fresh out of patience

These thorns are all year long

No other way to say this

It's so so overdue

We're all fresh out of patience

These thorns are all year long

No other way to say this

A dream you can't remember

'Til something reminds

The kind of pain that lasts forever

So nice that we learn to like it

We learn how to forget

'Til something reminds

That kind of pain that lasts forever

So nice, so caught up in time

It's not what you're thinking

It's so much worse

I don't think you're listening

You can hear them waiting

There must be some interference

Perhaps some slight of hand

No I don't think you're listening

No I don't think you can

It's so so overdue

We're all fresh out of patience

These thorns are all year long

No other way to say this

It's so so overdue

We're all fresh out of patience

These thorns are all year long

No other way to say this

A dream you can't remember

'Til something reminds

The kind of pain that lasts forever

So nice that we learn to like it

We learn how to forget

'Til something reminds

That kind of pain that lasts forever

So nice, so caught up in time