We've got signal problems
This train's not moving
No one knows why this is
There is no explanation
We've got signal problems
There's nothing one can do
It is what it is
What it isn't is on you
You will know not when though you may understand why
There are no secrets, only surprises
There are signal problems
The kind you don't outgrow
It's not so much "that's weird"
More than "believe me, I know"
Which is better, terrible ideas or even worse judgement?
You know being awkward isn't permanent but awkwardness is
You wear your disappointment well, anyone can see that in your eyes
I don't have secrets, only surprises