Been under the rug Testing my luck Writing a hundred different songs But not finishing one Some of them about A girl I met A girl I left A girl I once loved And it's starting to get cliché But I know these days I've been losing sleep Waiting for the right words and melody Oooooo Oooooo There's the one that got away There's the loved ones who stayed And a loved one who went their own way (He loved space) I'm figuring it out on my own Underground my home I fell through the floor But not like before It's all so dark when I'm alone Don't need no one to call my own So I keep my melodies close Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo Painful months Of losing love Losing touch Of existence Painful months Of losing love Losing touch Of existence