Sunsign

Not in line with my sun's sign I strip skin from my neck while Everything that's in front of us Is a mess when onset I See my friends in my cell phone Drawing circles in flesh tones Everything is in front us Could this be just a bad moment? So well talk and you'll listen You're the feeling i'm missing Am i work when i want help Am i thinking bout myself? Can we shed at the forepart? Can we stand in front of us? I call you again and you answer the same Common sense gets me so tired Everything gets just so hard Everything that's in front of us Looks so heavy when I See my friends in my cell phone Drawing circles in flesh tones Everything is in front of us Calling out in my unknowns So well talk and you'll listen You're the feeling i'm missing Am i work when i want help Am i thinking bout myself? Can we shed at the forepart? Can we stand in front of us? I call you again and you answer the same But i'm afraid of growing up And awkward spaces different thoughts But i'm the same And i complain again In all the ways you show me up Your gentle prose thats somewhat sure That i'm the same And i'll complain again If i keep feeling You'll only call me when i stop So well talk and you'll listen You're the feeling i'm missing Am i work when i want help Am i thinking bout myself? Can we shed at the forepart? Can we stand in front of us? I call you again and you answer the same I call you again and you answer the same I call you again and you answer the same