CHASING THE SAME -


Nuance and naivetť, silence becomes awkward again,
Doorbell this room finally breathes, say it or leave, times wearing thin,
He said she said that you said, Iím over my head, and its sink or swim,
But I find that Iíd rather be, stuck kicking my feet, than overthinking ...

And you know that I need to be less myself and more like me,
This mirror is fogged with my frustrated breath, I got to find me before nothing is left,
Oh ... Iím just a reflection ...
Oh ... without your perfection ...

Yellow lights, yellow lines fade, familiar advice, but it still smacks of strange,
Iím chasing the same thought, burning a circle, in the dirt of my head,
So I derail this thing we call us, perspective is gained, outside momentum,
And I leave your wondering eyes, the closeness of you, must have struck me blind ...

And you know that I need to be less myself and more like me,
This mirror is fogged with my frustrated breath, I got to find me before nothing is left,
Oh ... Iím just a reflection ...
Oh ... without your perfection ...

And I always grin and bear it, take it on the chin and swear itís what I want, but thatís far from the truth,
And this feeling, has got me reeling and I hit the ceiling and come down,
To my senses again, and find where I began ...

And you know that I need to be less of myself and more like me,
This mirror is fogged with my frustrated breath, I got to find me before nothing is left,
Oh ... Iím just a reflection ...
Oh ... without your perfection ...