I didn't even mean
To pick a perfect scene
To let the feelings go
I hate when I feel mean, can't let go
I'm feeling incomplete and that's the least that I could say
There's not a second I don't think about the other day
Of calls on the phone
You make a perfect lie
Forming in two rows
You look into my eyes for the first time
And I don't want to be someone you won't remember
I need another try to get inside your high
You drag your cigarette
I think I'll just go home
I'll just get over it
Blowing up my fingers and nose
Stopped short
Another time I finally realize
That what I've got in store is just
Distraction from my mind
Stopped short
Another time I finally realize
That what I've got in store is just
Distraction from those times
Those times, those times
I'm sorry if I seem
Like I don't really care
I hate when I feel mean
But no one's really there anymore
Faded to blank stares
Can I just touch your ass?
I know I've lost the chance
To make the interest linger and last