Funeral For A Friend - Maybe I Am?

Maybe I'm a pessimist.
What if all the grey clouds in the sky
follow me home tonight?

Maybe I'm an atheist.
What if there's no god waiting to greet me
at the end of the working week.

Maybe I'm just delicate,
maybe I am

just not clever enough to persuade
everyone of the reasons
we're failing each other.
And it's not the same, not the same to me.
No, it's not the same, not the same to me. Maybe I'm an optimist.
What if all the damage that was done
was never up to me?

Maybe I'm a liar.
What if all the truths that I have told
are better left, better left unsaid?

What sticks to me,
sticks to you like glue.

Maybe I'm just delicate,
maybe I am

just not clever enough to persuade
everyone of the reasons
we're failing each other.
And it's not the same, not the same to me.
No, it's not the same, not the same to me.
So I'll pack up my bags and leave,
I'll pack up my bags and leave.