Been under the rug
Testing my luck
Writing a hundred different songs
But not finishing one
Some of them about
A girl I met
A girl I left
A girl I once loved
And it's starting to get cliché
But I know these days
I've been losing sleep
Waiting for the right words and melody
Oooooo
Oooooo
There's the one that got away
There's the loved ones who stayed
And a loved one who went their own way
(He loved space)
I'm figuring it out on my own
Underground my home
I fell through the floor
But not like before
It's all so dark when I'm alone
Don't need no one to call my own
So I keep my melodies close
Oooooo
Oooooo
Oooooo
Oooooo
Painful months
Of losing love
Losing touch
Of existence
Painful months
Of losing love
Losing touch
Of existence
