Different Pages

This morning I swam inside a painting And in my frame I could feel them all staring Then they all left, was I a shark or something? Pull the drain in my tub, take all my worries I'm always some kind of mirror I reflect all these fears Of everything that's around me Like when you worry that I stay out too late Fine I just won't tell you That look you throw says we're on different pages I won't watch it play through It's your birthday Friends are in our backyard They're eating small talk from small paper plates You locked my hand tighter than the quicksand Was this your idea, if I move you'll close in I heard somebody question My root of intentions Now I only care what they think Like when you worry that I stay out too late Fine I just won't tell you That look you throw says we're on different pages I won't watch it play through I can't make out the lines You only see blue, painting faded in the light And looking blurry too Terrified I'll lose you trying to figure this all out I hate it when you say I stay out too late Fine I just won't tell you That look you throw says we're on different pages I won't watch it play through