Theres something missing in my touch
a tension tugging at my smile?
If theres a right thing to say
im sure i missed it by a mile
Swallowed in some detail
Heavy in my blood
I wanna hold u close
But i cant lift my arms up
Is there a reason for this distance?
More than the drug that floats my days
A nervous bug in my system
It keeps me edgy and ashamed
Ive got a saint, never ever will forgive
that never understood me but still tells me how to live
It fits when i stretch
and i stretch because i can
I stretch until im sore and then i open up for more
I do it out of habit not addiction
And if i give it up, clean out my blood
Will i still feel bored and disconnected?
If i do it all for love will i ever give enough?
'cuz you can never be too pure or too connected
You can never be too pure or too connected
You can never be too pure