Lisa Loeb, I love you...

I kept talking to myself.
I had to get the words out of my head.
(So I did.)
You barely said a thing;
you kind of heard me out and then you said,
(You said...)
"You’re crazy, why do you keep doing this?
Everything is fine."
Then I think I’m crazy.
I do this all the time.
Until I start to think that nothing’s even wrong.
Maybe I am hiding in my own confusion.
Maybe we’re just a picture in my head.
Maybe what if it could be the way I wish it really was?
Maybe I don’t want to see it the way it really is.
Sometimes your intentions are totally impossible to read.
(What does that mean?)
Sometimes even I have no idea what I need.
(I wish I did.)
I’m crazy. Why do I keep doing this?
Everything is fine.
Then you think I’m crazy.
I do this all the time.
Until I start to think that something’s really wrong.
Maybe I am hiding in my own confusion.
Maybe we’re just a picture in my head.
Maybe what if it could be the way I wish it really was?
Maybe I don’t want to see it the way it really is.
Looking through my window at the big, blue sky
the lazy sun is shining, so I run outside
to look for you. I look for you
and then it starts to rain.
Is that the way it really is?
Maybe I am hiding in my own confusion.
Maybe we’re just a picture in my head.
Maybe what if it could be the way I wish it really was?
Maybe I don’t want to see it the way it really is.
Maybe I am hiding in my own confusion.
Maybe we’re just a picture in my head.
Maybe what if it could be the way I wish it really was?
Maybe I don’t want to see it the way it really is.
The way it really is.
The way it really is.
The way it really is.