the taste of questions kinda spoils all my sweetness / guess i poured you in too strong / but i made my drink and now i have to swallow / just promise this feeling won't fade

some days the questions are tougher than me . and words don't mean anything . they just cry to be free . you roll over again to stare at the tv . what's wrong with me? . what's wrong with me?

the space and the silence kinda alter all my thinking / wonder if i followed you too long / somewhere there's a sign and i have to find it / so i'll know when you push me away

some days the questions are tougher than me . and words don't mean anything . they just cry to be free . you roll over again to stare at the tv . what's wrong with me? . what's wrong with me?

the way you touch me kinda makes me lose my head / without my head my heart went wrong / if ever there's another chance i'm not sure i'll take it / cause i think i figured you out

some days the questions are smarter than me . and words don't mean anything . but they scream to be free . you roll over again, staring at me . why don't you see? . why don't you see?

09/30/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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