| She said boy, «Why are you so sad?»
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| And I said, «Girl, I don’t have an answer for that.»
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| But I guess I’ve been carrying my past on my back
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| Until it crept in the cracks of my spine, now I walk with it
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| It walks with me because it never left the back of my mind
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| I wear it on my skin and in between my fingertips
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| And every love that I try to grip, slips and drips between the cracks of hands
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| that aren’t held by another
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| I feel numb, and it’s dumb that I’ve become such a fool
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| I don’t think anything will ever turn out for me
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| It’s hard to see a future with someone beside of me
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| I just can’t see, I just can’t see
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| It’s just me, and me alone
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| There’s just me, and no one else
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| Just another in the list of things that I haven’t felt
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| Just you and me, and me with myself
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| There’s no-one else, there’s no-one else
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| This night might just last forever
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| And if I ever get to sleep, maybe then I can lay with her
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| Maybe, but let it be without dreams
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| No light or scenes of trees, just space enough to swallow me
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| I feel numb and it’s dumb that I’ve become such a fool
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| I don’t think anything will ever turn out for me |