Slowly Slowly I feel myself slipping Slipping right through all my chasms All of the words that once made me good and made me honest Maybe Maybe in time I can feel The same way that I once could feel With color and light and the spirit of a young and wistful Lover Lover he told me before he Really got to know me I'm silent and sacred in that there is nothing that can really touch me Nothing ever really touches me
I only know what they told me I only know what they told me
But it's fine it's not like I'm torn up every night It's not like every fucking step is a fight It's not like I'm inherently drowning So stomp me out I could use a good stomping out Something to show me what it's all about An ache that doesn't last half a lifetime
I only know what they told me I only know what they told me I only know what they told me I only know what they told me
I Feel Nothing Even in August When I'm suppressing my feelings I can still cry in the car ride back From some movie I pretended actually touched me When really I'm callused and tired and frozen
And I feel nothing I feel nothing I can't stop crying over not feeling something And I'm so pathetic And I hate my music And I hate my decisions too I never, ever think things through
Maybe it's my dire need for affection And attention Satisfaction And time I'm obsessed with dead artists Usually from the 60's 'Cause I wish that I were them
I feel nothing I feel nothing I can't stop crying over not feeling something And I'm so pathetic And I hate my anxiety And I never get what I want I never get what I want I don't really know what I want But I know I never get it