I'm sending you old photographs, I'm blindly feeling around And I'm figuring out how to ask out loud if you're trying to figure me out Because I'm caught in the middle of a two-way street and Your car's a mile away Trying to make out who's in your passenger seat and All I'm wanting to say Why can't you say what you're thinking bout Holding my neck by a wire string Dragging me forward with no way out I know that I'll always be wondering Do you talk about me to your therapist? Am I lucky enough to be a catalyst? In your mind I probably seem like I'm such a mess Cause I'm running a race no one's running in I never say what I'm wanting to, I know it makes it all worse And I wear thrifted clothes and I'm using your words cause I know that it works I know I'm playing a game with no opponent And you're playing with somebody else And I can't figure out your next move so It seems I'm playing myself Why can't you say what you're thinking bout Holding my neck by a wire string Dragging me forward with no way out I know that I'll always be wondering Do you talk about me to your therapist? Am I lucky enough to be a catalyst? In your mind I probably seem like I'm such a mess Cause I'm running a race no one's running in Are you fucking up ways to belittle All the sly body language in the middle? You say you feel the same way nine times out of ten But I know you're in love with another man