Looks like it's happening again
In spite of all the good intent
Have I felt this undercurrent all along?
It's got me thinking of that song

That put a frame around the picture
That I painted of my life
The first one I've attempted
And it looks like I might need some turpentine

A holiday for me and you
And everything that we've been through
Without a model it's hard to say
But I think I'd feel better if I wasn't feeling this way

I see it in your eyes I've sinned again
There must be something, something I don't know
Something I don't know
I try to make some small talk but it's obvious
You just want me to go!

So I'm outta here!

Cuz I don't need the stress of sleeping in your arms
Or waking up to kisses
I'm coming to my senses
I don't need the pain of laughing til I cry
Well, I'm naked and defenseless
I'm coming to my senses
Comfort and security are fine
But worthless without peace of mind

So I'm outta here!

Cuz I don't need the stress of sleeping in your arms
I'm done paying for these kisses
I'm coming to my senses
I don't need the pain of laughing til I cry
I'm focusing these lenses
I'm coming to my senses

And I'm out of here