Interpret:

Sixpence None The Richer

Album:

This Beautiful Mess

These things which I so often wonder
This need to create myself
Frustration forgotten through slumber
It’s there when I wake
Defeated before I rise
I’d pull myself out of his mire
If I could collect my strength
Or muster an ounce of desire
Finding the words, and making them mine


Is there somewhere
I could seperate this feeling from memory
Disconnect myself from me?


Desire inside to mistreat you
It pushes words out of my mouth
This cyclical pattern I feed you
The back and forth, and up and down
But still here you are


Behind this veil of pious revelation
I’ll close my eyes and look for worth inside
I don’t deserve you


Relinquishing hope for the future
I try not to hate it so
But you are a bridge to those memories
I try to forget, if you only knew


Is there somewhere to occupy emotion
A room to keep my rage away from you?
Just tell me when these hopeless days are over
I’ll open my eyes and see my new sun rise
I don’t deserve this