And I'm not really sure
What I'm doing this for.
There's a vision in my head,
and it's been stuck there scince it came.
There is something you're missing,
something quite vague.
Like a feeling.
You stuck everything I felt for you,
in the drawer near your bed.
And I can't help,
but wishing that I were dead.
And we all obssess over finding true love.
But what's the big deal anyway?
I feel like shit,
but I'm refusing the doctor.
Feeling like running away.
X-ray machines will see my insides,
He might see all of it, all of it,
all of me.
I've got no where to go
So I'm running in circles
Searching for a hand to hold
Something to finally call my own.
Walking down the path to you.
