Something about guessing games and fresh fatigue
Something about it being my pet peeve
But I was told, by you, you're not good at seeing through the dark
That's okay, perhaps it's not worth the petty remark

I know all about this stuff
I've been there, kind of, myself
I know all about it

Something about repairing a bond, unity
Something about a missed opportunity
The schedule's just fine, so I think, what could it possibly be
It matters the most now as your joy isn't for free