whys & dioramas
She always had her heart there in her back pocket
And he always seemed to have his stowed away and locked up with a key
Made of firewood and favourite books and faded memories
He would visit on cold evenings
So she liked to pass the time just daydreaming, and he
Always liked the way her eyes would get all squinty when she sings
And he was just like the first warm breeze of the spring
And she hoped that she could keep him
She said, well I just have a lot of love to give
And I hoped that you’d be taking it
Yeah I hoped that you’d be taking it
But he already had his plans and a head full of ideas
Of all the ways that things would pan out and how it all would be
And she didn’t fit in dioramas he’d drawn up as ideal
And he just couldn’t get past it
He said maybe I could love you, but I just don’t have the time
So you keep yours, and I’ll keep mine
So you keep yours, and I’ll keep mine
But in the darkest hours, we were both left asking why
Did we go and just decide
That we wouldn’t even try