Is it true that I think too much
Is it true that I'm out of touch
Is it true that I am really not that good at love
I don't know, I just don't know
Is it true that my heart is cold
Is it true that I feel so old
Is it true that I have built these walls and can't come down
I don't know, I just don't know
I feel out of touch, out of love
Like I never even had it in the first place
Out of touch, out of love
I don't want to be in my mind, it's a dark place
I feel out of touch, out of love
But I don't need a single shred of your sympathy
Out of touch, out of love
Because I am a victim to ignorance and apathy
Do I care if I hurt myself
That I put my needs up on the shelf
You can take my legs from under me to help you walk
And I won't care, no I don't care
Why do I care so much for you
Were we to be a tragedy that I saw right through
Why do I stay alone to save you from a broken heart
Because I don't care, no I don't care
I feel out of touch, out of love
Like I never even had it in the first place
Out of touch, out of love
I don't want to be in my mind, it's a dark place
I feel out of touch, out of love
But I don't need a single shred of your sympathy
Out of touch, out of love
Because I am a victim to ignorance and apathy
And my hair is a mess and my clothes don't fit
It hurts to stand and my car, no, it won't stay fixed
So you can joke, you can laugh, you can point and stare
Cause I know I don't know and I don't care