Lyrics: Miscommunication

Oooh you rubbed me up the wrong way
Oooh it was something that you didn't say
Gotta get it back x3
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

Oooh why'd we have to try hard
Oooh you got under my radar
Wanna be detached x3
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

Oooh it was something that you didn't say?