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