I turned tail the last time Hit the door for a space to run free But I got caught in the brambles Fingernails at the small of my back Always You sold me down the river I'm hanging from the rafters I'm picking up bad habits Fingernails at the small of my back Always I can't feel it, I can't need it Maybe you can tell me Why the simple things don't faze me Like being o.k. with where I'm at And fingernails at the small of my back Always I can't feel it, I can't need it I can't feel it, but I can't shake it