I feel her way,
it weighs me down.
It's not her way,
it's just her sound.
The way she makes me feel,
like I've known her all along.
That I'm sick, messed up,
in
those arms.
She tries,
over and over and over and over again.
In
the way I walk around
with my head down low.
Without a sound,
she lets me know.
That's the way I make her feel,
like she's done me wrong.
That girl's safe as a bell,
in my arms.
She's eyeing over and over and over and over and over again.
She's eyeing over and over.
It is over and over and over.
She cries
over nothing,
over me.
She dies
over nothing,
over me.