I can't tell my head from my hands,
There's a similarity of my palms,
The curves that dive down and then back up,
Appear similar to the dips and hills of my brain.

It's like I can't feel you anymore,
Your touch, it's bleak,
Your voice, it's muffled,
I'm scared of losing this heart of mine.

Important song and it takes on,
This whole new type of wrong,
I can't clean so I can't plead,
No more knees but I can see,
You're a lost charm,
Don't mean any harm,
But what the hell does it mean to be warm?

I wanna see you,
I want to need you,
I must plead you,
Insane.