You don’t like it in the shad ows,

but you won’t let me shine the light.

I would wash a way your trou bles,

but it seems

the more that I hold on,

the more that you let go.

And I know,

you bet ter let some bod y love you,

or find your self

on your own.

Tell me why all the best laid plans

fall a part

in your hands,

and my good in ten tions nev er end

the way I meant.

If we don’t talk a bout the fu ture,

then should I just fol low you in to the dark?

Yeah.

And does your si lence keep you cold

while the cracks form

on my heart?

Tell me why

It seems to me some fine friends who watched you turn

your back.

It seems you on ly want the things that you can’t have.

Tell me why all the best laid plans

fall a part

in your hands,

and my good in ten tions nev er end

the way I meant.

Tell me why all the best laid plans

fall a part

in your hands,

and my good in ten tions nev er end

the way I meant.

Tell me why