I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction
Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing
Worse than being alone is when I'm not alone
I am in love with what I've lost
I do not want what I have got
I release my weakness that flies feed from
It never is anything until it's over
Nothing is right but I can't find the wrong
I always change my mind
And if there is a need then I need it now
Cause the closer we get the further I feel
All of my love is collecting dust
I'm shivering with loneliness
An uncomfortable routine of staying
Somewhere in between lost and found