It wasn’t how it was before, not close to what it usually is.
In retrospect there’s nothing wrong.
There’s something ‘bout how I feel, I tell you i’m dreaming it,
you tell me i’m full of shit.
I’m hoping for it to come, without a clue of what it is,
Oh my friend, look there it is.
Amazing is the blankest day, you do with it just what you want,
Telling me the world is yours.
A fucking shame you don’t know who you are, its like no one has dreamed before.
It’s seemingly the way the world wants you to think of it.
Thinking ‘bout the things you said, the things are messing with my head.
Though a feeling in my stomach, said do just what I want and
That feeling gave me something, defining is a problem.
The feeling’s all around me, hope it never leaves without me. And I tell you that I need it, but I cannot be sure it needs me.