I like what she says, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning in the shallow days way down below.
"I'm sorry", she said,
"I know it's not the kind of thing you want."
I'm falling, falling down.
"I'm sorry", she said.
"I know I'm not the kind of girl you want."
We're falling, falling, falling, falling down.

Counting Crows - Shallow Days