Direction Is Relative (To Where You Stand) Testo

strands in your eyes remind me of a timewhen nothing really mattered at all
when your voice shakes i know you mean what you say
i'm sorry i can't get it through my thick skull
one question to ask - i need to relax
it couldn't really be all that bad
i start to speak - my tongue gets weak
i probably should not say a thing
how do i begin to compete with all these custom built machines?
your best friends can make the worst dents
if you let them know what you have inside
and for two years a smile here
when it would commit suicide
i can't cope i need something to close
i mean this fizzling out a friendship is wrong
the questions were hard but you went too far
when you reminded me i only had one
how do i begin to compete with all these custom built machines?
how should i take what i recieve in messages you sent to me?
how do i begin to compete with all these custom built machines?
why can't you finish anything?
why can't you just say what you mean?
these words are the worst
i'm bleeding, it hurts
all i need is some closure
more than a friend - no never again
you say my name and 'its over'
inside this heart there lies a beat
inside you somewhere i'll find me
i'll make this distant dream come true
if the last thing that i do