Thinking Out Loud

Like the leaves at my feet, He's a victim of gravity. The unbearable color of things Gets him down. And as his raincoat covers me, We know it was never raining. Sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me thinking out loud. Like strings in a fan, His shoelaces are undone. The solitude reflection of his fate gets Him down, down, down. And if that shadow covers me, I thought he was only sleeping. I'm sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me thinking out Loud. His clothes on the floor Under a still light. The smell of lavender and tar Brings me down, down, down. And if the telephone should ring, God knows it could never be him. I'm sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me. Was I thinking out loud? Sorry it was me thinking out loud.