These Feelings

Tried to be frank, honest with you
But I can't find anywhere to put these feelings
Can you feel it too?
Like a shadow of my former self
Like I wish I could be someone else
Can someone help me understand these feelings?
Could it be you?
Nothing feels real, nothing feels true
Everything's forced, everyone's blue
Someone help me understand these feelings
Could it be you?
What is goodbye without physical touch?
Then I think I feel you inside my mother's living room
And it hits me like a gut punch
Is this a nightmare? Or is this a drug?
Is this a sick joke? We're standing in a line
And someone's about to pull the rug, pull it
Nothing feels real, nothing feels true
Everything's forced, everyone's blue
Someone help me understand these feelings
Could it be you?
Nothing feels real, nothing feels true
Everything's forced, everyone's blue
Someone help me understand these feelings
Could it be you?
I can't carry on
Carrying on like this
I can't carry on
Carrying on like this
I walk Griffith in the morning
I ask the mountains to love me
I look for it in the seasons
I watch them come back and haunt me
Look at the hawk as he catches prey
Look at him circling
I'm in a valley and I don't know
Who is coming for me (pull me through)
I turn my lights off at night
I put my body to sleep
I get my body back up again
I watch the sunset and weep
When the tide goes in and out again
I'm not confused, I can see
But what is the purpose of on again, off again?
What is the purpose of me?
When the tide goes in and out again
I'm not confused, I can see
But what is the purpose of on again, off again?
What is the purpose of me?