I don't wish for any changes to the way that things had ended
Check my pulse, I'm feeling fine, exit interview; I'm splendid
But is it you?
Doing fine, feel alright, or feeling blue
Oh how bad I want to ask, is there something I could do
Is it true?
You've been missing me these days for the things that I can't do
Oh how bad I want to ask, is there something I could do
Hard to get back into patterns of my lost self-regulation
Check my phone, no replies, I put the "I" in isolation
But is it me
Have I been making myself happy or am I just misery
Oh how bad I want to ask, what's that thing you've given me
Go to bed
How I think of all the things that make me sit behind my head
And how easy it would be if you could help me rest instead
Easy come and easy go
System over, system overload
Touch and go and touch and go
System over, love is over, lover over