Jean separates her feelings from her body
When she knows it's rise or fall
She once left her heart on the backseat of a car
That crashed into the wall
On its way back home
Jean separates the moments from her past
Doesn't think too long about the future
Cause she knows she'll get depressed
Now she's staring at the trees
Waiting for their leaves to fall
Wondering why people grow cold
When they cannot have it all
Jean separates the fiction from the facts
Cause she knows that how she should act
She once thought that love was the best thing for her heart
Now it only makes her sad
Now she's staring at the trees
Waiting for their leaves to fall
Wondering why people grow cold
When they cannot have it all
Jean separates her lovers from her friends
Doesn't talk too long about her story
Cause she knows just how it will end
