| Sweet talking my way through another funny day
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| I’m not here in the first place, I’ve been replaced
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| Haven’t quite met this new self of mine, tell me it’ll all be fine
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| Tell me I don’t need to say the lines
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| I’m fine getting stoned alone, with all of this time
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| Maybe I’ll finally be mine
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| Dressing myself for the day, like I’m on my way to the grand parade
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| I catch my eye in the mirror and smile back at myself
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| Opend up some boxes that are filld with pieces of me
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| All of those years trying to squeeze into boxes that didn’t fit all of me
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| I realize what it all means when I’m looking into mother’s eyes
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| I’m looking into mother’s eyes
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| I’m sitting in the corner of my mind
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| I don’t mean to sit here so much of the time
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| Tears rolling, I’m shaking, but I’m fine
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| I’ll be running into you all the time
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| I want you, but I don’t want you to be mine
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| I want you, but I don’t want you to be mine
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| Feels like the paradox of my life
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| Feels like I’ll get there one step at a time
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| We’ve been balancing on the finest line
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| Loving you’s the cure and the crime
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| Loving you’s the cure and the crime
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| The words are there, they’re knocking at our teeth
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| I’m feeling bare and hot head to feet
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| I’ve got nowhere to go and no one to meet
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| I see it now, I see my heart beat
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| I see it now, I see what I need
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| To be sitting in the corner of my mind
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| To be sitting in the corner of my mind
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| Sitting in the corner of my mind
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| Sitting in the corner of my mind
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| Sitting in the corner of my mind
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| Sitting in the corner of my mind
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| Sitting in the corner of my mind
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| Sitting in the corner of my mind |