You've been coming over
How's it feeling so far?
It's something I could not do
But that just means I'm not you
It must be pretty wierd
To handle all that fear
But I feel pretty good now
Cause soon we'll be leaving town
And I won't bite if you try to be nice
You always look right through me
It's not what you want to see
But if I try something else
Will that still make it me?
I loose track of time some
Time is hard to keep track, of
Parachutes of feeling
Leave me to stay grieving
And I wont bite if you try to be nice
And I know it gets hard to be nice sometimes
My quest is not that visible
My quest is not that visible