I broke down to tell you, I thought that I knewnbut you couldn’t tell me what had happened to younI still know that I’d go anywhere with you if you just asked me tonso tell me, oh, tell me how you feelnso I don’t have to guess what is and isn’t realnI waited for you, and my heart you did steal to hide from the both of usnand all I have to do is paint over the things I thought I knewnpretend that it’s me and isn’t you that I’m thinking about so I can start anewnwhy am I so addicted? It takes a hold menmy brain runs over my eyes, have I ever really seen?nFrom cigarettes to love to monotony, is it love or is it comfort?nI do all the movements, I make all the plansnthe addictions the cost me the work of my own handsnI’ll just step outside of this ultimate plan and run away with younall I have to do is paint over the things I thought I knewnpretend that it’s me and isn’t you that I’m thinking about so I can start anew