She's already made up her mind about it

Could've handled everything better
Never should have sent the letter
Winter left and no one remembered
April felt like mid-december
But still i could not talk

And now she's already made up her mind about it

Trucks are loud when faucets are leaking
The fan's on high but i'm not sleeping
Still i can not talk

I'm writing down everything i know tonight
Maybe now it'll break through
But every time the words down come out right
She's left to guessing and i'm explaining nothing.

And now she's already made up her mind about it