I wonder if you could be my therapy
It's kind of awkward but obvious, it's what I need
I'm not Michelangelo painting a ceiling
But you're the last shade of red that I'll be missing
There's not a pill that I can't take
You're just a habit that I can't break, ohhh
I'll bang on this piano till the feeling's come
I'm standing on the edge but my feet can't jump
Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue
But I won't stop till the feelings have gone
It's barely four in the morning, still can't sleep
And that blanket wrapped around you, wish that was me
But I'm just one more cynical dreamer
I never dream like this
I'm pulling out my hair
Pretending I don't care
There's not a pill that I can't take
You're just a habit that I can't break, ohhh
I'll bang on this piano till the feeling's come
I'm standing on the edge but my feet can't jump
Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue
And I won't stop until the feelings have gone
I don't need to know where we're going
I'll just be the scream and let it out
I can feel the music flowing
I can't feel it, never felt like this
I'll bang on this piano till the feeling's come
I'm standing on the edge but my feet can't jump
Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue
And I won't stop until the feelings have gone
(repeat to fade)
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