Kind of Like Spitting
A Thought from the Kitchen Floor
I can't lie
There's a hole in my life that leaves me feeling like killing
The sound of my voice
The shrill screams aren't passing quite as fast as they used to
I'm twenty-two
And I feel like I've tried everything
I can't die
Some force keeps holding me up
It doesn't take a very smart man
It’s obsession
I need you to want me, not to want me
You won't admit it, but I'm only dragging you under
I'm twenty-two
And I feel like I've tried everything
I wish I could grant you a way to roll back time
To forget the day you ever laid those beautiful eyes on me
I wish I could grant you a way to roll back time
To forget the day you ever laid those beautiful eyes on me