sometimes i think there's really no reason why
you and i should have to fight - like
i think about, last night
you wanted to pass out, I was like -
apprehensive, in my eyes
just because, I wasn't tired
but you were, sick too
of me it seems, because next you
said, **** why can't you ever agree with me?
why can't anything go easily? between you and me
it's constant conflict
because you and i
it's the friction I get - it's this vision I get
where the decision isn't mine to make
let's be real, it's true when I say -
you got me so high -
say goodbye to home base -
unconditional, but somehow this
human condition will, find a way to fight it
now I hide away for days and write it
now I ride the wave and chase a high that -
I'm not sure exists.