why do i keep coming back? if not for you, than for me
I've tried to be the guy that earns his pride within defeat
and worthy of a warm pat on the back, though i was beat
burning for another chance, one more crack at victory
another shot, another loss, cannot die, if i should lose
far too high-priced is the cost, no value can equal you
as i drive myself insane, make mistakes already made
all of me has been explained, i'm dying to investigate
what it is that makes you you, black magic and new voodoo
repeat the question all day til it sounds like deja vu
i knew the you before you turned your back and walked away
used to only speak the truth, now you have nothing to say
What happened to the girl who invaded my ribcage to
Jumpstart this old rusty heart and start it up again anew
That girl's who I need to find to achieve some peace of mind
As I ride, I'd like a guide, all I'm asking for's a sign
I am not expecting much
Just show me where to place the
First step and the direction
That i should begin heading in
I am not expecting much
Just show me where I should run
and I'll run until my lungs collapse,
I won't come back until it's done
Could be that what I find I like about you is what you
Do to loose screws in my mind you give me strength to pull through
You make me a better man in ways I can't understand
I don't have no master plan, all I'm asking for's a chance
know that I'm your biggest fan, I'll do whatever I can
to be in the position to be the yin to your yang
all I feel is hunger pangs, dying just to sink my fangs
back into the finest meal I've ever had the chance to have
languages and dialects, no string of words could reflect
the true jist of my intent, need verbs not invented yet
but this song is my attempt at putting voice to words meant
to be kept in the quiet, like a library's silence
violent storms and pouring rains bursting through my window panes
and shorting out the main frame so nothing can be explained
gotta say that it's a shame that there is no one to blame
for all of the rage and pain inside my heart broken brain
I am not expecting much
Just show me where to place the
First step and the direction
That i should begin heading in
I am not expecting much
Yet I'll be let down again
At least you used to be such
A good friend but that's ended
All I need is for a weed-induced coma to seize me,
Cease my brain's abnormally abnormal actitivities
And Jesus Christ, if you please, leave me there for centuries
Until these shit memories are expunged in surgery
Science will be applied to remove you from my mind, you
Won't haunt me like you used to, all I want is peace, do you
Care they're repairing my useless brain into something new
And improved, with fewer lunatic schemes or dreams of you
I am not expecting much
Just show me where to place the
First step and the direction
That i should begin heading in
I am not expecting much
No, I don't expect a thing.
