Come Up Short

Not long ago you saw your picture in my wallet
I fumbled the bills to keep it hidden
You said 'Stop it, why?'
I wanna run but dont know how
'You keep on worrying
Im in your back pocket, take me out when you get curious'
I dont wanna start again
Why do we always come up short
When you fold my world
I barely can breathe, still trapped in the crease
Youre wearing out the metaphor
In so many words, just say what you mean
Just say it to me
We come to talk, why wont your lips move an inch?
And whats a light without a crack to let it in
I will be damned if you arent something I dont miss
When I dont ever fall again
Is it worth the fight, were losing light with every move I make
Just wasting time deciding where we both can pass the blame
Well it all still feels so strange
So figure it out but you know you can make me wait too long
And Im too afraid I wont have something to fall back upon
When everything else goes wrong
Why do we always come up short
When you fold my world
I barely can breathe, still trapped in the crease
Youre wearing out the metaphor
In so many words, just say what you mean
Just say it to me
I work too hard to think that you wont exist but
It doesnt take much to make me feel like I will slip up
I will be damned if you arent something I dont miss
When I dont never fall again
Grow up and talk, why wont your lips move an inch?
Was I such a fool to write your letter on my wrist and
I will be damned if you arent something I dont miss
When I dont never fall again