Something you said
Was almost too much.
What you didn't understand
Left me in the dark.
What you didn't do for me
Made me into something used.
What you didn't tell me
Was what I needed to hear most.
So I wanted to stand up
 and make a show of it.
But I'm not that bold.
I could have set level eyes on you
 and never answered.
But I'm not that cold.
I could have trembled
 and let myself cry.
That's right, cry
 right in front of you.
That would show you.
But we were not alone.
That would have been far too much to explain.
I was going to let it boil inside me.
I was going to find the perfect words
 that must never be said twice.
I was going to bring myself above you
 so that you would come to me.
    "I'm sorry."
I was going to yell at you.

But I thought too hard.

And what you said
 You didn't really mean.
What you didn't understand
 Didn't have to make sense to you.
What you didn't do for me
 You simply didn't think of.
So what you didn't tell me
 I can ache over that alone.

...though, who am I kidding.
What you didn't tell me
Was what I needed to hear the most.
It's not too late
 to do that for me.
It's not too late
 for you to understand.
I'm waiting for you to say
 what can be said too much
 but is never said enough.