Could've handled everything better Never should have sent the letter Winter left and no one remembered April felt like mid-december But still i could not talk And now she's already made up her mind about it Trucks are loud when faucets are leaking The fan's on high but i'm not sleeping Still i can not talk I'm writing down everything i know tonight Maybe now it'll break through But every time the words down come out right She's left to guessing and i'm explaining nothing And now she's already made up her mind about it