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 belief
Boys can cry, does that serve 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
It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder"
"It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under
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