Amazing Transparent Man Autumn
I can't draw you fancy pictures, or write a cool song
About the feelings that i have inside, and why they feel so strong
I can't buy you lots of cool stuff, or just sit around
And talk about the way things used to be, before i was around
And now I've got my future made, it's killing me, it's killing me
All those i love i push away, it's killing me, it's killing me
It's killing me
I can't give you everything you need, or everything you've lost
To fill the void that lives deep in your soul, I'd fill at any cost
All i can do is tell you that i love you, and hope that it's enough
To help show that i never meant to harm you, and all that kind of stuff
And now I've got my future made, it's killing me, it's killing me
All those i love i push away, it's killing me, it's killing me
It's killing me
