The timing was right   And I should have quit   And would have if I’d thought of it   Now this can only get worse before any of it gets better      I plot my moves and map the stages   But it all gets lost on you between the pages   And I’m afraid I lack the things I need      We were set to debate   But I couldn’t speak up   So I lost another campaign to win your love   As the trail winds on and keeps dragging me farther from yesterday      I took my time with perfect planning   But my words don’t mean a thing if you’re not understanding   And I’m afraid I lack the things I need to know   Like why you’re letting go      I plot my moves and map the stages   But it all gets lost on you between the pages   And I’m afraid I lack the things I need