Your love is like a souvenir of my
Idiocy - should o' let you go
When I had the chance to
Reunite myself with myself
You're always acting so sincere you say
"Wait'll you see what your gonna feel;
I'm gonna lift you down to the
Higher ground o' myself"...but I'm
Caught in between
What I am and what I
Think that I could be
If I were to walk away from you
I have fought very hard
For the right to drift apart it is not
Cool for me to have become this
Close to you take too much outta me
You used to make me laugh so hard
I could almost choke on every word you Spoke about the need to fly and
I could feel the wind in my hair
I'm used to laughing all the time now it
Seems I'm never of a laughing mind I'm
Even less inclined to stick around to
Find you don't care... that I'm
Caught in between
What I am and what I
Think that I could be
If I were to walk away from you
I have fought very hard
For the right to drift apart it is not
Cool for me to have become this
Close to you take too much outta me
My ears are turning inside out you'll say
Anything to wipe away the doubts
You know are in my soul about the
Kind o' roles you've cast me in
I'm used to letting go sometimes
You should know by now I
Hate to be defined I'm in a static mood
Whenever I'm whenever I'm with you
I feel threadbare...'cause I'm
Caught in between
What I am and what I
Think that I could be
If I were to walk away from you
I have fought very hard
For the right to drift apart it is not
Cool for me to have become this
Close to you take too much outta me
It is not cool for me to have become this...
Cool for me to have become this...
Cool for me to have become this...
Your love is like a souvenir of my
Idiocy - should o' let you go
When I had the chance to
Reunite myself with myself
