You rubbed me up the wrong way 
It was something that you didn't say 
Gotta get it back gotta get it back gotta get it back 
Or we might just regret it 

We seem to have a knack for miscommunication 
It stabbed us in the back this time 
Is this the end of the line 
'cause that'd be a crime 

Now I sit under an angry cloud 
What got hold of me 
There's a voice that sounds too loud 
It bangs on endlessly 
Wanna live in another world with no frustrations 
And miscommunication 

Why'd we have to try hard 
You got under my radar 
Wanna be detached wanna be detached wanna be detached 
So I can just forget it 

We seem to have a knack for miscommunication 
It stabbed us in the back this time 
Is this the end of the line 
'cause that'd be a crime 

Now I sit under an angry cloud 
What got hold of me 
There's a voice that sounds too loud 
It bangs on endlessly 
Wanna live in another world with no frustrations 
And miscommunication 

(When we are) Transatlantic 
(he knows it) drives me frantic 
(so I ask myself) what's the future 
(why getta) new computer 

It was something that you didn't say?