If you think that I don't notice

that you're not looking me in the eye

then you're blind and I don't have the time,

to sit here and wonder

just what's under your skin tonight.



And I know that there's a problem

but I don't understand

if what's in my chest is now in your hand,

I don't want to hear a word but I do.



Go to hell, who needs you,

I say that because I don't believe you.

Take my words the way I'm taking yours.

Its not fair, you know me, so you don't even hear me.

But listen once, and listen close to me.



Even a heart transplant

wouldn't show you how I feel would it baby.

Its tearing up my past now.

Yeah, it wouldn't show you how I feel would it now.



And those inside jokes and things we know

are the furthest thing from my mind,

but you let one slip and I forget and smile.

But I shouldn't because I hate you

and I hope this irritates you

as much as it does to me for even

thinking that I don't want you.

I'm not looking at you like I used to

when you'd kiss me and

when you'd want me,



what did I do?

What did I say?

What did I do?

What did I say to make you forget?

What did I do?

What did I say to make you forget?



Time goes by and wonders why

and where and how and what you've learned.

Who is this you're sitting with tonight.

I'm over you, way over due now

but my heart lies to and between my past.

But if I pretend for a minute and put all that I have into it,

I swear that I can still feel

your something, but its probably nothing.



What did I do?

What did I say to make you forget?

What did I do?

What