You wrote me notes on paper bags You strolled the roads as I turned back Air was calm, the sky was black You wrote a list of things I lack We've come to realize We've opened up our eyes... 'Cause you're, a mountain I can't, climb yet And I'm, a painting But you're blinded Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh... Always have to justify, How my tongue dances We're barely getting by on, Taking chances We've come to realize It's us that we despise... 'Cause you're, a mountain I can't, climb yet And I'm, a painting But you're blinded Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh... (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh... (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) We've come to realize It's us that we despise...