You're walking through town on a cold October evening, the sounds of dead leafs crushing under your feet as you search for some kind of meaning. As you search for some reason to live. As you search for something to know. As you search for something to love
I can't feel
You make your way across the highway, the white lines that now, at your feet, scream at you in a blur. What are you running from? You can't find yourself and the answers lay behind you. A little too late.
I don't feel real anymore
So you search and you search, always coming up short. Your family and friends are worried that you're just confused. But you're not. Please come home now. Please I miss you, come home now.
I miss you. Please, come home.
Can't feel comfortable in my skin
Cant you just forget me?
Can't feel comfortable in my skin.
Can't you just forget me?