Been under the rug

Testing my luck

Writing a hundred different songsBut not finishing one

Some of them about

A girl I met

A girl I left

A girl I once loved

And it′s starting to get cliché

But I know these days

I've been losing sleep

Waiting for the right words and melody

Oooooo

Oooooo

There′s the one that got away

There's the loved ones who stayed

And a loved one who went their own way

(He loved space)

I'm figuring it out on my own

Underground my home

I fell through the floor

But not like before

It′s all so dark when I′m alone

Don't need no one to call my own

So I keep my melodies close

Oooooo

Oooooo

Oooooo

Oooooo

Painful months

Of losing love

Losing touch

Of existence

Painful months

Of losing love

Losing touch

Of existence