he leaves the house every chance he gets
he walks the hounds but not their pets
funny papers spread on the tablecloth
same stories with different labels top
packs her lunch in a clean container
she is a solid arranger
he hears a last request she mumbled
if it isn't too much trouble

so many things to say
but not now
thank god for what we call love

no respect on the streets he circles
in prayers for humble miracles
a friend to talk to sure would be nice
hell, just to be sure would suffice
she brings her stammer with her to bed
asks when the last time he was fed
there are worse things in life than libel
it's right there in the family bible

so many things to say
but not now
thank god for what we call love

this mess has mass

you're a wealth of good ideas
poor timing
a bit of discouragement
keep shining

for a minute there i forgot how to get back
like the last map was tacked to my stupid back

i would never make you cry baby cry
it's just not my place to stay satisfied

in a split second it slips away so quickly
wish it good health even when you look sickly

this mess has mass
it isn't easy to see but god you feel it
missed a soft pass and you're looking at me
like i needed it

show me what you have learned now
shake it off
you know better than that so
walk it off

i can hold you tight
still i don't hold you right

i hold you tight but
you don't hold me in your sights

i would rather not know much about you
that way awkwardness counts somehow

you take a hit
you took a cheap shot so
you should keep your mouth shut

that doesn't sound like me at all
no way
don't crush what i carry

i would rather not talk about it
that way awkwardness counts now too

you took a hit
you took a right hook so
you should keep your mouth shut

hey that's not me
not how i see it 
i don't crush what i carry

you are a friend
a needless way to pretend
you're a good sport
you're better in the beginning
than the end