Out of Touch Lyrics

Can I ask you a question?

Can you suffocate at your own hand?

Pull the pillow to your own head

Fraudulent kind of death

Haven't heard from no one

I'm the problem I feel too much

I attract pity like a door attracts rust

And I can't trust the feeling things will smooth over

I hate healing and being so

Out of touch

I'm a broken record

When I fall in love

So I'm gonna answer my question

With the scientific method

Trial and error

Work out the tweaks

Until I find out how not to breathe

I saw it coming, I swear

I'm the problem I feel too much

I attract pity like a door attracts rust

And I can't trust the feeling things will smooth over

I hate healing and being so

Out of touch

I'm a broken record

When I fall in love

Yeah, you see me

Up with red eyes

It's four a.m, and my hair is still tied up

With a bow, and I want to be so

Put together and on the dot and dressed for the weather

But let's be honest here

I'm still getting nowhere

So, right foot forward and one step back with the left

And there I've gone I've tripped up the stairwell

Let's set things straight

And see the signs one time

I'm trying