Lay it all in front of me, a severed head on the TV. Tell me how I'll never understand. Tell me about meant to be. A pretty picture of you and me, like Jesus and the devil holding hands.
Some time has passed. It's getting cold. I've been doing alright alone. I hope that if I asked you'd say the same. And I hope you'd mean it. And I hope you're okay.
I don't know what I can do.
I can't tell when what I say is true.
I don't know who I'm supposed to be.
I can't fix this thing inside of me.
As I walk in snowy streets I try to hold reality. Lately it's a struggle just to see straight. As I sit alone in the laundromat I couldn't tell you where my heart's at, but right now my mind's in outer space.
I gotta get out of these shoes, they're nailed to the asphalt, but I'm scared that if I do I'll float away and never come down. Tonight I feel fifteen again, terrified and in awe of all of it. I hope they I can hold this feeling.
I don't know what I can do.
I can't tell when what I say is true.
I don't know who I'm supposed to be.
I can't fix this thing inside of me.