How It Happened

Well, they shot the messenger

But the message never was quite what he intended

And he made a mess of her

Felt the intent was misread, poorly digested

And he’s just waiting for this whole thing to fall

And she's not quite sure how this all happened

He writes his number on a paper napkin

Says “It's just one date”, trying to save face

Trying to probe all the things he lacks

But she's just waiting for those old feels to fade

She says: Oh no, I can't believe it again

I tried ‘it’ on and I'm so, so (oh so) tired of everything

Why do I, why do I want to live on your wall?

And I won’t change that dial

'Cause you’re my evening news

Showing me the world’s abuse

And I'm not quite sure how this all happened

I used to feel, now I'm just acting

I made a mistake. You made a complaint

I kept my mouth shut all out of restraint

And now I'm just waiting for this whole thing to fade away

I can't believe it again

I tried ‘it’ on and I'm so, so (oh so) tired of everything