Lyrics

well i guess i'm not so direct, and i
guess the mess comes from my
need to express, and the
words are less than the meaning at best, and if you
look into my eyes they might confess the rest and i
don't understand it, so what,
you're offended
you don't like the way my words come together? don't
mind my words, and my words won't mind
and if you wanna pick out the vowels well that's just fine, it's
not my choice
i just move my lips
use my voice
and i can't make you listen even if i think i've
led you to water, well, i can't make ya drink

*i don't mind
making your bed
i don't even mind if you
break my heart now and then
you will find
that if you count to ten
you won't be so mad at me
or at least we can pretend..*

yeah i walked right into it
and it stung a bit
and even though i did i didn't even know if i
wanted to sit
smack dab in the middle of a puzzle a riddle the kind
you can't find the answer to
and you never do
you get so confused that it's no damn use
i knew what
but not how
wanted milk
but no cow
wanted more before tomorrow became now because
there's no time like the present, but then, again
there is no time at all so
why ask when

chorus

i guess i'm not so direct
but i expect that i will
change my spots someday
i guess i'm not
so direct
but i expect
that i will change.....

stasia 2004