30 Foot Fall Exit
Looks like it's happening again
In spite of all the good intent
Have I felt this undercurrent all along?
It's got me thinking of that song
That put a frame around the picture
That I painted of my life
The first one I've attempted
And it looks like I might need some turpentine
A holiday for me and you
And everything that we've been through
Without a model it's hard to say
But I think I'd feel better
If I wasn't busy feeling this way
I see it in your eyes
I've sinned again
There must be something I don't know
Something I don't know
I try to make some small talk
But it's obvious you just want me to go
So I'm outta here
Cause I don't need the stress of sleeping in your arms
Or waking up to kisses
I'm coming to my senses
I don't need the pain
Of laughing till I cry
Naked and defenseless
I'm coming to my senses
Comfort and security are fine
But worthless without peace of mind
So I'm outta here
Cause I don't need the stress of sleeping in your arms
I'm done paying for these kisses
I'm coming to my senses
I don't need the pain
Of laughing till I cry
I'm focusing these lenses
I'm coming to my senses
And I'm outta here
