I can talk of love all that I want but it amounts to nothing but impure thoughts
And I can stay a million miles away when I'm right beside you, half awake
All I want is to talk with you for hours and hours, today
But I've run out of words that sound like flowers in a vase
You're in my head a thousand times a day, then it's radio silence
I'm not a saint, so don't treat me that way
I act all connected, believe me I'm not
Should I just be alone?
I could use a friend much more than I could use a lover right now
I wish that I could break down all of this to a pattern of lovers, but I can't
Should I just be alone?