Messing with my Head

Watch the ceiling fan make shadows on the wall

My life is like a cancelled series, plotlines all have stalled

Enveloped by a shell of endless lethargy and doom

Population one in my excuse for a bedroom

No longer sure that i can make it, or if i even want

To try my luck again at this bullshit that we call love

No longer sure that i can take it, or if i ever will

Cause lower than the ocean floor is where i'm living still

Is it the way you touched my shoulder blades

How you just seemed to fill in all the blanks

When i pushed you pulled, you always made me feel so beautiful

Is it the way your hand fit into mine

Told me you'd hold me til the end of time

I'm just lost at sea without you next to me

So fuck you and everything you said

It was all lies, messin with my head

Going through the motions but i don't feel a thing

Waiting for the weightlessness that wakefulness can't bring

Taste you on my tongue, the pressure of your fingertips

Remembering just how you traced the outlines of my ribs

Don't wanna keep looking behind me or reenact the past

But it's hard because my heart's just a potato that's been mashed

Don't want to keep hoping you'll find me and make this all untrue

Right now lying in my bed all the day's the best that i can do

Is it the way you touched my shoulder blades

How you just seemed to fill in all the blanks

When i pushed you pulled, you always made me feel so beautiful

Is it the way your hand fit into mine

Told me you'd hold me til the end of time

I'm just lost at sea without you next to me

So fuck you and everything you said

It was all lies, messin with my head