How It Happened

Well, they shot the messenger
But the message never was quite what he intended
And he made a mess of her
Felt the intent was misread, poorly digested
And he’s just waiting for this whole thing to fall

And she's not quite sure how this all happened
He writes his number on a paper napkin
Says “It's just one date”, trying to save face
Trying to probe all the things he lacks
But she's just waiting for those old feels to fade

She says: Oh no, I can't believe it again
I tried ‘it’ on and I'm so, so (oh so) tired of everything

Why do I, why do I want to live on your wall?
And I won’t change that dial
'Cause you’re my evening news
Showing me the world’s abuse

And I'm not quite sure how this all happened
I used to feel, now I'm just acting
I made a mistake. You made a complaint
I kept my mouth shut all out of restraint
And now I'm just waiting for this whole thing to fade away

I can't believe it again
I tried ‘it’ on and I'm so, so (oh so) tired of everything