Not in line with my sun's sign
I strip skin from my neck while
Everything that's in front of us
Is a mess when onset I
See my friends in my cell phone
Drawing circles in flesh tones
Everything is in front us
Could this be just a bad moment?
So well talk and you'll listen
You're the feeling i'm missing
Am i work when i want help
Am i thinking bout myself?
Can we shed at the forepart?
Can we stand in front of us?
I call you again and you answer the same
Common sense gets me so tired
Everything gets just so hard
Everything that's in front of us
Looks so heavy when I
See my friends in my cell phone
Drawing circles in flesh tones
Everything is in front of us
Calling out in my unknowns
So well talk and you'll listen
You're the feeling i'm missing
Am i work when i want help
Am i thinking bout myself?
Can we shed at the forepart?
Can we stand in front of us?
I call you again and you answer the same
But i'm afraid of growing up
And awkward spaces different thoughts
But i'm the same
And i complain again
In all the ways you show me up
Your gentle prose thats somewhat sure
That i'm the same
And i'll complain again
If i keep feeling
You'll only call me when i stop
So well talk and you'll listen
You're the feeling i'm missing
Am i work when i want help
Am i thinking bout myself?
Can we shed at the forepart?
Can we stand in front of us?
I call you again and you answer the same
I call you again and you answer the same
I call you again and you answer the same