Her hair matches her sweatshirt
I hope she knows my eyes were constantly fixating
I'll come to class again
But I know that it's a dead end for me
I can't be yours, or his, or her's, or my own
Or anyone, or anyone's (Oh yours)
I try, but no one can understand my troubled mind
I try, so deal with your discontent while I carve mine
Whatever I said, whatever it meant doesn't mean anything at all
Still I forget just how to reason with (My)
Calls that feel like a movie
But you're too far to watch one with me
Patiently waiting
I'm losing myself, my friends, these jobs, and anything that's important to me
Please save me, baby I'm drowning again
And this ballpoint pen ain't love
I try, but no one can understand my troubled mind
I try, so deal with your discontent while I carve mine
Whatever I said, whatever it meant doesn't mean anything at all
Still I forget just how to reason with myself