The voices in your head
tend to belong to your friends
and sometimes that's bad
and sometimes it's good
it really all depends

on whose voice is the loudest
and what they're trying to say
and just quite how badly
you wish they'd all go away.

This conversation keeps
ending up in a heap
and when I rehearse
it seems to make it worse

I think I get what you say
but not what you mean
I think of our relationship
as a well oiled machine.

I like to break the ice
before I go fishing for
compliments like hey you talk nice
I think that you could talk more

but lately it's been colder
just where I need the most warmth
this interaction's drifting
and it seems lost offshore.

But we won't know
we won't know
until it goes away.

We won't know
we won't know
until it goes away.

But people like you and me
with the impulse to pretend
know that the best lies are those
that are shared amongst best friends.

'Cos if we talk around things
we don't have to think them through
and maybe that room for doubt
might just fit me and you.