Misery guts

Too late for me to turn around,
I'm in the special crowd,
But I don't feel special now,

Eyes drift sideways, begin to stare,
I'm in the empty chair,
There's one just over there

And I know now that you're bound to change,
You're just finding what I found right away

Lay down all of your inner sight,
But don't come round mine tonight,
We'll only have a fight,
Turning against the grain,
You know that with everything that I repair and I give in,
You're not the first, won't be the last,
I can't decide, I can't move fast

And I know now that I'll never turn
And take it all away,
Wasted one thing, now I'll never learn,
and I am laid to waste,

I'll write a note