fatal interpretation

i never thought i'd be explaining
something so simple and small
to someone that i thought would need no explanations
for anything at all.
i thought you knew the way i was;
i thought you knew what i would do-
but i guess, due to my fascination
i must have really misjudged you.
tell me why
you're suddenly "just another guy."

i guess that you can't understand
so much of what i say,
and it's killing me that we have to start over
every other day;
cause these misunderstandings and harsh reprimandings
weaken all our ties,
and i'm starting to wonder if we won't go under
in spite of all our tries.
this is the unfortunate creation
of your fatal interpretation.

i've had to do this one-too-many times,
and i know you feel it too.
we shouldn't have to work so hard
and we shouldn't have to prove
every single thing we say.
when did we lose our chemistry?
when did you walk away from trust,
and start to shake your head at me?
how did i
let you pass me by?

i guess that you can't understand
so much of what i say,
and it's killing me that we have to start over
every other day;
cause these misunderstanding and harsh reprimandings
weaken all our ties,
and i'm starting to wonder if we won't go under
in spite of all our tries.
this is the unfortunate creation
of your fatal interpretation.

all roads lead to rome...

300 miles down the interestate,
but i still can't shake this feeling that there's something that i left back home;
and i know once something's gone it's just too late,
but i just don't think i'm ready to be out all on my own.
won't you tell me why i can't stop crying
long enough to read the exit signs?
and the radio's turned way up
trying to get you off my mind.
my whole life's on cruise control,
and this road that i'm on is starting to take it's toll.

well "all roads lead to rome,"
but which one takes me home?
this maze of highways
has me wishing
i didn't feel so alone;
and i've never had to feel
a pain that felt this real,
so i guess i'll just keep driving
till time decides
to give me the strength to heal.

86 miles to the nearest decent town
but all i wanna do is collapse on my own bed
and i know i can't give up and turn around,
but how can i keep going when i can't forget what you said?
i can't bear to bring myself to believe
everything we had is gone,
and i'm so sure that these directions they gave me
are turning out all wrong.
i'll never learn to settle somewhere new;
and all i wanna know is how far i have to go to get to you.

well "all roads lead to rome,"
but which one takes me home?
this maze of highways
has me wishing
i didn't feel so alone;
and i've never had to feel
a pain that felt this real,
so i guess i'll just keep driving
till time decides
to give me the strength to heal.