I can’t feel
I can’t fight
I don’t know what you want from me this time of night
My hands are shaking
My mouth’s getting dry
Yeah, I know what I want
I just don’t know why
(…said I don’t know why…)
The night is old but you know
The morning’s young
I smell a lesson here
And here it comes.
Here’s my vision; where I set my sights
I see a doctor of letters, in glasses and tights
Chorus
Yeah
My
My
I’m stuck on you
x 4
I can’t feel
I won’t fight
You say it’s just a game for you, and I say that’s alright
And when you leave me
Skin soaked and tired
No lessons have been learned today
But that’s how my brain’s been wired
