Had a perfectly fine time
finding my way out of your head
but why was it so hard
to get out of your bed?
How was I supposed to know?
what am I supposed to know?
I won't run before I walk away
I won't have to learn or need to say
that I'm in love with you, no not today
Don't even think I want that anyway
And now I know I've been the wrong kind of friend
Don't you think I know?
Walking on wires
tiptoe around you all day
wondering if I should
or what to say
Or an I supposed to know?
Tell me, am I supposed to know?