Flow

There was a rift Torn apart by a continental drift Either we’ve pawned our health and innocence Or they never did exist Tell me I’m wrong That we’ll both find our way home Sometimes I need you more than others And those times I wanna pluck out his eyes Tell me I’m wrong Get on your board Don’t want to see my home no more We could just fall apart And forget all the broken backs and fleeting phone calls ‘cause we’ve both buried friends and dealt with it Yeah, we’ve all buried loved ones In our lives Sometimes I need you more than other And those times I wanna pluck out his eyes Because sometimes you seem barely alive Tell me I’m wrong And stop feeling so ashamed that you’ll never find an answer