John, why must you tell me things I already know?
At night, I wonder if what you said is so.
Time after time, I feel your sadness,
You make me realize your sadness is actually mine.
I try to wrap my head around the words you sing.
You sing in colors, and I begin to see.
I know your loneliness and I know your pain.
But just for a second, you make me feel sane.
Your words enter my brain like nothing before,
John Mayer, you always keep me wanting more.