Lyrics

As easy as indigestion or opera,
I asked her for the truth.
As hard as heartache,
Shes forgotten where her truth got to.

Theres nothing easy,
About the same old storms in the same old teacups.
All of your stories,
That have fallen out your mouth and round your ankles,
Will soon trip you up.

Salty and so unsimple,
Frustration makes me as tight as a drum.
Jaw ache from holding the words in
And heartache at having to shut you out.

Theres nothing easy
About the same old storms in the same old tea cups
So much of my advice,
Has fallen on the deaf ears of denial,
The angry child cannot trust you.

Last night I dreamt that you died,
And today, I wanted to send you a beautiful card
To tell you how much I actually love you.