walking slowly down my memory lane
funny how these streets stay the same
yet they feel completely different
like there's a little thing missing
something's off, i can't tell but i know
somewhere there's a huge gaping hole
inside my soul? i suppose
cut off too many things just to be safe
now i don't know where's my own place
a place to call home, contacts on my phone
all those things would make me feel less alone
or maybe not, just a thought
am i really happy with what i got
i can't tell what they are
a new house, a car
they won't get me very far
if i'm stuck in my own head
and i can't get out of bed
like a record on loop
i'm standing still but still i move
i'm ahead but i can't improve
i know i need something. i know it's true
and maybe that something could be you