For a while you were the cat that got the cream
So wide eyed and full of curiosity
Oh, I wonder when it changed
I thought we had it made
Perhaps the cream was just too sweet
For you to savour it

For a while you saw the wood there for the trees
So full of life and everything was such a breeze
Oh, I wonder when it changed
All your colours turned to grey
Perhaps the trees they grew too big
For you to really see

You said: It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under
I said: It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder

Contrary to the popular bеlief
Boys can cry, does that servе as a relief?
There's no use hiding it away
Only hanging on good days
Surely by now it's clear that I'll be here
Through anything

You said: It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under
I said: It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder
It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder

For a while you saw
The wood there for the trees
For a while your pride
It served as a relief
For a while you were
The cat that got the cream
Perhaps the cream was just too sweet for you to savour it