Amygdala

Spoke of what it's like and now I can't hide

That I like you so much better in the 'morn-time

Can I help that I feel this way

I'll take you while I can, but I'll never get enough

To make you clear

I thought it once before, now I hold it dear

That there's nobody else like me here

I can't help the way I am

And I wouldn't like to anyway

I shoot for the stars, but the bullet never hits the sights

I try and I try and I try but I never get it right