Wondering
And loosely scraping skin
Off my knees
Summoning
A picture of everything I wasn't made for
And breathe relief
And quench all the thirst that you could never savor
And why do I relate?
Why do I relate?
A picture perfect photograph
Imprinted on a telegraph
But they hold no definition
Awakening
Entire city streets
All lit up, headlights
I'm picturing
A world in which you never left with that guy
Cause I will break
And torture myself with words that never felt right
And why do I relate?
Why do I relate?
Oh why do I relate?
Oh why do I relate?
Why do I relate?
Why do I relate, oh?
Why do I relate?
Why do I relate?