I left a message on your floor.nStill eight months since you've called.nAwake at night I think to myself,nPut it to bed so I can rest.nIt's getting hard to feel sorry for you.nI think your playing a victim.nIt's not abandonment when I get pushed away.nYour track record has it's history ofnrepeating habit through apologies.nAnd I've been running my track for far too long.nnI can't jump back in with the drop of a dime,nI'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.nWhat are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye?nI'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.nWe're only getting older so we'll run out of timento put things in perspective.nnYou think you're perfect, you wait and see...nThis life is hard and it's brutal.nI did the best I could for what I had.n(??), it's been bound and cuffed.nI'm just trying to guide you.nIs it not enough for myself and my lack of mind?nnI see the boy in your arms, I see the tables turn.nI feel myself in your shoes, I feel there's something I've learned.nnI can't jump back in with the drop of a dime,nI'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.nWhat are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye?nI'm not ready yet, still not ready yet.nWe're only getting older so we'll run out of timento put things in perspective.