Maybe I'm a pessimist
What if all the grey clouds in the sky
Follow me home tonight?
Maybe I'm an atheist
What if there's no god waiting to greet me
At the end of the working week
Maybe I'm just delicate
(Maybe I'm just delicate)
Maybe I am...
Just not clever enough to persuade everyone
Of the reasons we're failing each other
And it's not the same, not the same to me
No it's not the same, not the same to me
Maybe I'm an optimist
What if all the damage that was done
Was never up to me?
Maybe I'm a liar
What if all the truths that I have told
Are better left, better left unsaid?
Maybe I'm just delicate
(Maybe I'm just delicate)
And maybe I am...
Just not clever enough to persuade everyone
Of the reasons we're failing each other
And it's not the same, not the same to me
No it's not the same, not the same to me
What sticks to me
Sticks to you like glue
What sticks to me
Sticks to you like glue
Maybe I'm just delicate
(Maybe I'm just delicate)
Maybe I am...
Just not clever enough to persuade everyone
Of the reasons we're failing each other
And it's not the same, not the same to me
No it's not the same, not the same to me
So I'll pack up my bags and leave
I'll pack up my bags and leave
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