The Academy Blues Project - In Other Words

I could tell you that I miss you, but you've heard that song before
I could tell you to come home, but you already closed that door
I could tell you how it feels to be on my own again
I would say it feels the same, but this time it's different
This time it's different

I could tell you it was my fault - that you were right and I was wrong
I could tell you how I kick myself for writing you into a song
I could tell you how it feels to be on my own again
I would say I feel the same, but this time I'm different
This time I'm different

Don't tell me it meant nothing or that you never cared
When neither you nor I can define exactly what we shared
And if we just can't apply any language that we've learned
To help us understand something we never even heard
Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that word
Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that...

I can tell you weren't ready to hear me say it first
I can tell I moved too quickly, didn't prepare for the worst
I can tell I was impatient every step of the way
I can tell that, sometimes, there is nothing one can say
Nothing one can say

I can tell the distance cost us everything we earned
I can tell I sabotaged us by insisting you could learn
I can tell you were indifferent every step of the way
I can tell that, sometimes, there is nothing I can say
Nothing I can say

Don't tell me it meant nothing or that you never cared
When neither you nor I can define exactly what we shared
And if we just can't apply any language that we've learned
To help us understand something we never even heard
Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that word
Then I guess I'll call it love, though you made me hate that...
At least there's always hope, we can learn to love that word

Written by:
Mark Levy

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